No words or script
Shall be mine thanks
The fruit I reap
And song I sang
To God be mine glory
and of grace and hope
mine beseech, ne'er worry
all yet one be heard
I exist as thine deeds do
Afore thine presence my lord
change; though peu'-a-peu'
hither thine back we're aboard
For dawn never break
Not for our non-sake
for days never came
without bringing aims
I am thine instrument
to the world; Thine holiness
my guide, thine sacrament
Thanks be to God's goodness
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