I call to you, oh God
To look upon this young sod,
Teach it to flourish
And live with blemish.

I call to you, oh God
Give this soul a bless'd nod
That it may grow
Into a sacred low
And join life's flow.

I call to you, oh God
Please spare this clod;
For how else shall I be
If not in and for thee?
Thou hast created life
To Thine service shall I me wife.