These bounties are all of your granting
And everything about you is ever enchanting
This is all your blessing, Lord, all this is your blessing
My vessel, in these torpid storms, is safely sailing
Why would anyone discuss my ails with any human, any friend?
Why? When I have Your company, do I need a friend to pretend?
All these blessings of your granting, they speak of your Omnipresence
every leaf that falls, in every tear from a lover’s eye lies your Essence
Sinful, we men, we women cower at your feet begging for redemption
And your Forgiveness, higher than mountains, forgives without exemption
These hands, spread in prayer in front of you, these hands of your humble beggar
They ask only for a loaf of bread, a shade over my head, and a faith that doesn’t stagger