I'm overcome; I'm undone...
I would praise Him were I able
I would sustain the resound of song were I stable
I would stand in awe had I the knees
For I know Him to be a hard Master
Yet He does not gather where He has not planted
Nor does He reap where He has not sewn;
Nay, He is the Fairest of the fairest
Yes, I know Him to be a hard Master
So I'm trying so hard to bring to Him the increase He expects
Yes, He is hard, but He is Good Alone
And so I hate to fail Him more than I fear His lash
O to praise Him could my words find utterance through this gnash
O to sing to Him could my notes find voice through these cries
And I would stand in awe but I can't get my face off the ground