You, my Lord, are on your throne
Sovereignly ordaining everything
The leaf that falls
The sparrow that flies
The heart that beats
The heart that fails.
The child of Your creation born
To shouts of joy from angels,
The elder who falls asleep,
Carried to your throne by ministering spirits,
The wind does not blow without Your will and direction,
The sea dare not cross its boundary.
The rooster does not crow three times
Without your knowledge.
Your people, slumbering
Waken to new life