Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God br Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees; br That I whose heart goes up with the soaring woods br May marvel as much at these. br br Sunder me from my blood that in the dark br I hear that red ancestral river run br Like branching buried floods that find the sea br But never see the sun. br br Give me miraculous eyes to see my eyes br Those rolling mirrors made alive in me br Terrible crystals more incredible br Than all the things they see br br Sunder me from my soul, that I may see br The sins like streaming wounds, the life's brave beat br Till I shall save myself as I would save br A stranger in the street.