i cannot worship you adequately
i cannot serve you
in the fullest, whole-est ways you should be served
i cannot follow faithfully — my reliability is non-existent
what can i do, O God, but plead at the foot of your grace
what can i do but
silence my tambourine and let the angels make their praises
what can i do
but hide away under the meager shrub where i am lost
now at last will you have mercy
now at last will you gather up my faint heart
now at last
will you grant me shelter in the shade of your holy mountain