Lord, high and
holy, meek and lowly,
Thou has brought me to the valley of
vision,
where I live in the
depths but see thee in the heights;
hemmed in by mountains of sin I
behold
thy glory.
Let me learn by
paradox
that the way down is the way up,
that to be low is to be high,
that the broken heart is the
healed heart,
that the contrite spirit is the
rejoicing spirit,
that the repenting soul is the
victorious soul,
that to have nothing is to
possess all,
that to bear the cross is to wear
the crown,
that to give is to receive,
that the valley is the place of
vision.
Lord, in the daytime
stars can be seen from deepest wells,
deepest wells,
and the deeper the wells the
brighter
thy stars shine;
Let me find thy
light in my darkness,
Thy life in my death,
that every good work or thought
found in me
thy joy in my sorrow,
thy grace in my sin,
thy riches in my poverty
thy glory in my valley.