My Lord, My God,
You are a mystery to me -
But Oh! Thank God!
I am not a mystery to Thee.
You know what I have need of
before it occurs to me to request it -
Your do not break the bruised reed off,
In fact, even bruised, it is blessed.
So am I in every pain -
My every agony, repeats Your sweet name -
Wherein once I may glimpse You -
I can never be the same.
I can bear so sweetly,
The rigors of the grave -
For in You I am perennial -
For in You I am saved.
