If this, my life, is not for thee, O Lord,
Why should I live
And all else do the same?
What is the end and purpose of the world
If not to glorify thy Holy Name?
How know I that the sun will keep its time?
How know I that creation will remain?
How know I that the wooly sheep won't change -
The tame gone wild as all the wild go tame?
How can I trust that rain will make crops grow,
The wind that it won't steal my breath from me?
If this life is not true, where should I go?
If you, Lord, aren't my life,
What's left for me?
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