O my living God
Keep me near the city
I will never feel cold
Just sitting at your burning feet

When the rains of sorrow persist
Be my comfort chamber
Draw me to the seat of rest
Where no stress can tamper

When my enemies throng
Be my walking weapon
Make me live strong
Like a stick of silicon

When my time on earth ends
Kindly make an alarm
That I may lay aside the world trends
Yes, and have my soul warm