Whither, again, am I to turn my eyes to sing Thy praise

Whither, again, am I to turn my eyes to sing Thy praise;

above, below, within, without?

There is no way, no place is there about Thee,

nor any other thing of things that are.

All are in Thee; all are from Thee,

O Thou who givest all and takest naught,

for Thou hast all and naught is there Thou hast not.

For Thou art all, and there is nothing else with Thou art not.