Why should we then live?

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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