New Hymn Lyrics - James Taylor

Source of all we hope or dread 

Sheepdog, jackyl, rattler, swan 

We hunt your face and long to trust 

That your hid mouth will say again let there be light 

A clear new day 

But when we thirst in this dry night 

We drink from hot wells poisoned with the blood of children 

And when we strain to hear a steady homing beam 

Our ears are balked by stiffled moans 

And howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men 

Clawing at the gates for bread 

Even our own feeble hands 

Aim to seize the crown you wear 

And work our private havock through 

The known and unknown lands of space 

Absolute in flame beyond us 

Seed and source of dark and day 

Maker whom we beg to be 

Our mother father comrade mate