In wrathful wisdom’s counsel blinds man to its source.
Our hearts and souls have not the grace to understand.
To whom address me? Not one ear’s at my command!
Who lends his ear, shall also quickly find an eye.
Whose ear’s, like stone, to counsel deaf, shall surely die.
Of wond’rous power is God possessed. What’s magic’s skill!
Miraculous works He enacts. Where’s witchery’s spell!
To sing His praise in me a want of feeling shows.
It proves I breathe. To breathe, to live, breaks true love’s laws.205
In His existence let my being sink, quite lost.