What have I gained from the world's grand stage?
What has it given, in this fleeting age?
You, the knower of all that unfolds,
See who has taken, stories untold.
My humble plea, O Master, hear my need,
My deepest longing, plant a hopeful seed.
Grant me this grace, this boundless, loving art,
And fill my empty vessel, ease my heart.
What have I gained from the world's embrace?
What has it offered, in this hurried race?
You, the witness of all that's been done,
Know who has taken, and who has won.
I, wise in the ways of the world's domain,
Why does hardship relentlessly remain?
Why on me alone does trouble descend?
Why on me, these punishments, without end?
My humble plea, O Master, hear my need,
My deepest longing, plant a hopeful seed.
Grant me this grace, this boundless, loving art,
And fill my empty vessel, ease my heart.
My pockets are bare, alas, no wealth to hold,
Without fortune, life's rhythms grow cold.
Fill up my pockets, O Giver of All,
Transform my world, answer my call.
My humble plea, O Master, hear my need,
My deepest longing, plant a hopeful seed.
Grant me this grace, this boundless, loving art,
And fill my empty vessel, ease my heart.
What have I gained from the world's designs?
What has it given, through changing signs?
You, the observer, know every decree,
Who has received, and what is to be.
My humble plea, O Master, hear my need,
My deepest longing, plant a hopeful seed.
Grant me this grace, this boundless, loving art,
And fill my empty vessel, ease my heart.
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