The peacock of psyche has fanned its tail;
Please arrive, Lord, do come near.
To just Your tune and beat, dancing it moves,
Hey, the Ever-New, You smile upon viewing.
Nothing do I own to call it mine;
And yet I keep claiming things, only Thine.
This my fraud, this self-deception,
You eliminate, Lord, uncompromisingly.
By blindness impervious I had been veiled.
Because a chariot wheel into ear a-sailing came,
Hey the Perpetual Charioteer, the Bosom Companion,
Upon my mental sky today You appear.
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From now on will I live and die for Your glory.
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