I KNOW not the song of Thy praises,
Till Thou teach it, my God, to me—
Till I hear the still voice of Thy Spirit,
Who speaketh forever of Thee—
Till I hear the celestial singing,
And learn the new song of Thy grace,
And then shall I tell forth the marvels
I learned in Thy secret place.
Thy marvels, not mine, far surpassing
All thoughts of my heart must they be—
I can but declare the glad tidings,
As Thou hast declared them to me.
R. Rolle, † 1349.