None but Thee

Casting 'pon a wonder why

I do the things I do

When others lookin' 'pon my works

do none but judging you

This too fast, that too slow

quite never reach the speed

This too much, that too little

and ne'er the sum I need

Exasperated tired

to the secret place I go

to do the works that none do see

but thee and thee alone

No wasted time exhausted

nor efforts done in vain

the works both seen and unseen

before thy Holy Name

Though other men reap bounty fore

Thy pleasure do I seek

wh'er works of mine be faint or strong

tis there they find their peak

And when before thy throne I stand

beyond the crystal sea

That which I've done I will do then

T'will be for none but thee

T'will be for none but thee