Thee God I Come from

 Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, 
All day long I like fountain flow 
From thy hand out, swayed about 
Mote-like in thy mighty glow.
 

What I know of thee I bless,
As acknowledging thy stress 
On my being and as seeing 
Something of thy holiness.
 

Once I turned from thee and hid, 
Bound on what thou hadst forbid;
Sow the wind I would; I sinned: 
I repent of what I did.
 

Bad I am, but yet thy child.
 
Father, be thou reconciled.
 
Spare thou me, since I see
With thy might that thou art mild.
 

I have life before me still 
And thy purpose to fulfil; 
Yea a debt to pay thee yet: 
Help me, sir, and so I will.


But thou bidst, and just thou art, 
Me shew mercy from my heart 
Towards my brother, every other 
Man my mate and counterpart.

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