1. My Master, my Master, star of faith, a call from
One whose purpose lies in your generosity, needing no arguments

2. And he who when your eyes see him, your servant
Sees in the gateway what he hopes for in relief

3. This lowly one hoped, how much he is steadfast, and how much for you
A pact of favor from me is clear in its path

4. Pour forth words and rain generosity, send
For our January something of spring