If you who are the emptiness of space, And galaxies are all yours to command, And all there is of love is in your face, And grace flows down to us out of your hand, Then we are blessed beyond what we have earned, And cannot speak the depth of
The object and the author of my love Are both the same--and he has all my heart And chooses those my heart may take hold of, And those to whom belongs the smallest part. 'Tis you, the one called love, who loved to death And life again we tired,
Oh God, forever glorified above, No words remain in any tongue on earth For anything the years have spoken of Since words became a way to measure worth. The years have seen your acts from age to age As they are born and die and you remain Beyond the binds
You set in motion love and life and laws For we who live like reckless fools below. Without your presence here we fail because Our nature has no knowledge where to go. We are without your love like empty shells Scattered on the sand and blown about In vapors fading,
And here beyond the universe you dwell, Setting into motion clouds and rain, Taking into hand and shaping well The mountains curving upwards from the plain. So vast that men have set no foot to rest On every rock and crag and waterfall Among them. Let your worthy heart be