Your voice, O God, was great enough,
To make the darkness shine;
And nothingness became a world
At your command divine.
You spoke my name and knew of me,
When you took Adam's hand;
How great the love which built all this
To house a sinful man!
My voice is yours though far too weak
To build a gift for thee,
So take your own to praise your works
And sing eternally.
You made me to adore your name,
In earth and heav'n above,
That we might be with you always
By vision and by love.
But how do I, a refugee,
Cast out by pride and sin,
Know whom I love, or how to seek
Your presence once again.
Then I look down upon my path
And footprints I see there;
The way Apostle's feet have trod
I follow without fear.
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