How tame it seems to give thee praise
When all my life depends on thee
Extinct was I in bygone days
While now I live and speak and see.

Silent was I in that dark night
Before thy wisdom gave me sight
But now I rise in thy strange might
And bid the eons of that height----

Break forth in happy melody
And worship thee upon my bed
And wave thy praise as waves the tree
Or shines the sunshine bright and red.

Should I refuse the stones might cry
For I was fashioned out of they-
Nay, Lord without thee I should die
And be as then a blob of clay.