Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, br All day long I like fountain flow br From thy hand out, swayed about br Mote-like in thy mighty glow. br br What I know of thee I bless, br As acknowledging thy stress br On my being and as seeing br Something of thy holiness. br br Once I turned from thee and hid, br Bound on what thou hadst forbid; br Sow the wind I would; I sinned: br I repent of what I did. br br Bad I am, but yet thy child. br Father, be thou reconciled. br Spare thou me, since I see br With thy might that thou art mild. br br I have life before me still br And thy purpose to fulfil; br Yea a debt to pay thee yet: br Help me, sir, and so I will. br br But thou bidst, and just thou art, br Me shew mercy from my heart br Towards my brother, every other br Man my mate and counterpart. br . . . . . . . .