God go with me; from my side never part.
Send forth your message straight to my heart.
Make it's meaning gentle, merciful, yet strong,
may there be comfort from my songs.
Let a heart be opened, when my own is true,
If my voice is honest, let others be moved, too.
Ask me not for money, that's another to give.
Time is precious for those who work to live.
Let not these hands rest while there's work to do.
Judge not their worth till my song is through.
Then when your kingdom comes 
take from me the sum
of my share of wrath and strife 
if I've misused my life.
Judge not my work till finished, and my life is through.
The best I have to offer is my gift to you.