Who,Then,
May, sing thee Praise of thee or Praise to Thee?
Whither,
Again, Am I to turn my eyes to
sing thy Praise? Above, Below, Within, Without?
There
is no way, no place is there about thee, nor any other
thing of things that are.
All
are in thee, All are from thee, oh thow who givest all
and takest naught, for thou hast all and naught is there
thou hast not.
And
When, oh Father, shall I sing hymn thee? For none
can seize thy hour or time.
For
what, Again, Shall I sing hymn? For things that thou
hast made manifest, or things thou hast concealed?
How,
Further shall I hymn thee? As being of myself? As having
something of my own? As being other?
For
That thou art whatever I may be, thou art whatever I may
do, thou art whatever I may speak. For thou art all, and
there is nothing else which thou art not. Thou art all
that doth exist, and thou art what doth not exist - mind
when thou thinkest, and father when thou makest, and God
when thou Dost energise, and good and maker of all
things.
