From the depths of slumber,   As I ascend the spiral stairways of wakefulness,   I will whisper:   God! God! God!      Thou art the food, and when I break my fast   Of nightly separation from Thee,   I will taste Thee, and mentally say:   God! God! God!      No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind   Will ever keep turning on Thee;   And in the battle din of activity, my silent war-cry will be:   God! God! God!      When boisterous storms of trials shriek,   And when worries howl at me,   I will drown their noises, loudly chanting:   God! God! God!      When my mind weaves dreams   With threads of memories,   Then on that magic cloth will I emboss:   God! God! God!      Every night, in time of deepest sleep,   My peace dreams and calls, Joy! Joy! Joy!   And my joy comes singing evermore:   God! God! God!      In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping,   Serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving,   My soul will constantly hum, unheard by any:   God! God! God!