Oh God, to worship Thee with praise; br I, but a mere grape from hallowed vine; br May your gift of poetry, flow through me as Christian; br Likened to a sweet vintage wedding wine? br Alas, but for a season amidst the cluster, br Amongst clusters of sweet notes raised; br Lyric this hour of sunshine luster; br A cup of blood crushed, to God's glory be praised!br br Gary Bitsonbr br