God, you made the worldUnfurledAll Plants and FlowersWhere able to ordainAll PainAnd joy, so ample where your powersGod, if Im downYour frownTells me to riseCompared to yours my mightIs slight,My life as brief as a mayfly’sGod, free me from your priestWhose feastsI’m paying forFor christ’s sake letMe getGood value, as I’m weak and poor