Awed and fizzled out I stand,
When I begin to see afresh,
How study of mathematics too can praise,
How good logic with its taxonomy,
Cry out the wonders of the Logos.

Sorrow upon sorrow flows free,
A burning root of love beyond measure,
He lifts a branch to me.
I am burst vermillion gold,
With open arms an ember received,
Amber rose and molten glass,
What passion my Lord has for thee!
Forever in His eyes you stand,
Day and night, the poor and lowly.