An unprotected stranger, wretched, lowly
and artless, I roll helpless in Thy temple-
court. Cast Thy glance upon me, as the tortoise
looks on its young; make me to apprehend what
knowledge of God means. Tuka says, I fall
at thy feet,—body, speech, and all I have
none besides Thee.
and artless, I roll helpless in Thy temple-
court. Cast Thy glance upon me, as the tortoise
looks on its young; make me to apprehend what
knowledge of God means. Tuka says, I fall
at thy feet,—body, speech, and all I have
none besides Thee.