Eyes seeth forth
Ye nor tell thee
Great works that seen
Wrapped, hidden in the darkest corner
The stones proclaimed
A melody unheard by the ears
It saith mighty words
' Thou has loved and bestowed life
On thy servant, which seeth thy self unworthy.
For thee, I shall shout out
Unending praises to magnify thee
For thy blessing, rested upon thee
Come forth, from today
I shall declare daily songs
To thee each day
For I am grateful for thy beautiful blessings
Thou can't see
But thou gave me a mouth
Which I'll use to proclaim and bless
All his bestowed in thy servant life
It might never be heard
By the hands
But thy praise, which was only
Spoke to thee, shall only be heard by him
Who placed words in thy lips
A gratitude of praise
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