How I want to live by sight and not by faith,
to see and judge that all is well,
that no good thing may change at all,
save with comfort and for boredom's cure.
But all life's waves be subject to my thought;
a placid sea of ripples mild; a tamed beast, this life- and I, the King!
Would you grant me this one thing? The entire world in my control;
to switch our roles and allow me Fate to hold.
This small favor, this one request:
to live by sight that I may rest.
A simple prayer, harmless, surely,
for then could I trust you most securely!
A vista view of faith; finally, a faith newfound!
I'd have the strength to walk and to obey.
This one request, my Lord, I pray:
to endow me not with service but with a crown!
