A chorus of birds
Exults your name
Before I lift my head;
How much more then
Should my lips move
To transfer glory;
My nearsightedness
Tempts to ruin me
But on eyes I don't rely;
Your midst meets me
Here and now
World without end
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A chorus of birds
Exults your name
Before I lift my head;
How much more then
Should my lips move
To transfer glory;
My nearsightedness
Tempts to ruin me
But on eyes I don't rely;
Your midst meets me
Here and now
World without end