In despair, despondency, mind goes on calling
Unto You, oh Lord; it is non-stop.
Whether You listen, to know, I cannot;
Just that You are pleasant do I fathom.
Every moment, trice, and microsecond, You dance, Master;
Self-born and endless, unfinished are You ever.
You had been, You are, and staying You'll continue;
Nonetheless, I go on seeking Your habitation.
Constraint of river from mountain, You heed not;
Ocean or wave, You consider not.
With just Your light-beams all go on dancing;
Your appellation is sin's annihilation.
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Calling You assuages grief, but maybe too there's a secret benefit.
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