O Source of Life

1 Praise, O my heart, to you, O Source of Life,
you are my tide of joy, my sea, my shore,
my field of sky with stars that never set;
now I will learn your wonders all my days,
and my vain ways in darkness be no more.

2 Your glory is forever, and with dance
you move among your works and they to you.
You look upon the earth, and at your glance
it sways with trembling, and above the hills
a smoke ascends where you have touched their rest.

3 They wait for you alone, all living things,
to have their food from you, and they are fed.
When your hand opens they are satisfied;
you give; they gather. When they think you far
a trouble comes upon them and a dread.

4 They go again to be the dust they tread.
You breathe upon the dust, they rise and are.
I will sing praises to you while life fills
my flesh with breath; as long as life shall stream
from you within me, I will sing your light.

Source: Singing the Living Tradition #284