To my Creator I sing br Who did soothe me in my great loss; br To the Merciful and Kind br Who in my troubles gave me repose. br br Thou with that pow'r of thine br Said: Live! And with life myself I found; br And shelter gave me thou br And a soul impelled to the good br Like a compass whose point to the North is bound. br br Thou did make me descend br From honorable home and respectable stock, br And a homeland thou gavest me br Without limit, fair and rich br Though fortune and prudence it does lack.