Praise God for all things:
Praise Him for birth,
Praise Him for death,
Praise Him for health,
Praise Him for sickness;
For sorrow and sin,
For gladness and gain,
For failure and loss,
For friend and for foe —
Praise God for all things!
God is the All,
So all must be praised
And welcomed and trusted
As angels from Him:
Angels of light,
Angels of darkness
Angels of joy,
Angels of woe —
Each as a messenger
Swift from His throne.
“Nothing can hurt you!”
Sings little Brother;
For each in its place
Serves but one end,
Namely, to shape you —
Fit you — complete you:
Till from the terror
And from the thunder
Grow through the gloom
Gleams of your Godhood!
Laugh at the voices,
Wailing in valleys
Like to Gehinnom —
Lurid with fires
Fed by the bodies
Of dead men forgotten!
Rise up and claim
All things as yours,
You who are God —
God in Becoming!