Mighty Brama, Now I'll Bless Thee! 'Tis From Thee That Worlds Proceed! As My Ruler I Confess Thee, For Of All Thou Takest Heed. All Thy Thousand Ears Thou Keepest Open To Each Child Of Earth; We, 'Mongst Mortals Sunk The Deepest, Have From Thee Received New Birth. Bear In Mind The Woman'S Story, Who, Through Grief, Divine Became; Now I'll Wait To View His Glory, Who Omnipotence Can Claim.