Hallowed be thy grace Lord of all,
What use be tomorrow if today you fall?
Come make my day and end your call,
What use be world, if words stand as we fall?
Glory not be by deaths’ hand for us all,
Blood for one is blood spilt for another’s fall,
Poison not thy words yet kill they us all,
Notion credits the weak as heavens fall to stand us tall,
So far has mind flown still sees it not all,
What use be yesterday if tomorrow falls in today’s hall?
O’ hallowed be Thy grace Lord of all,
Yet sees not eyes why you let us so grimly crawl and fall.