Art thou providence and grace?

That cometh ov Michael's sword?

Art thou what they sayest thou art...

Art thou the lord?

Art thou the warden to my sleep?

The truth neither bought nor sold?

Art thou what thou sayest thou art?

Art thou the lord?

מְנֵא מְנֵא תְקֵל וּפַרְסִין

Take mine eyes and let me see

Take my hand and ad plus ultra-lead

Take my voice and hear me speak

Take my love and let it bleed

Thou art the will that shall not break

Thou art he who did Yahweh forsake

Thou art the sun I traverse toward

Praise thee o lord!

Thou art the impetus and terminus ov history

In thee the logos speaks to me

Thou art the only light our own

Thou art the omen ov dusk and dawn

מְנֵא מְנֵא תְקֵל וּפַרְסִין

Take mine eyes and let me see

Take my hand and ad plus ultra-lead

Take my voice and hear me speak

Take my love and let it bleed

מְנֵא מְנֵא תְקֵל וּפַרְסִין

’Tis not a nail

This is my sin