The Only Lord

‘Twas three in the morning
and all through the house,
the bells were ringing,
the nuns to rouse.

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From slumber they woke,
out of bed they did rise,
to worship our God,
and praise Him with their lives.

In haste they dressed,
to chapel they went,
hymns of praise and thanksgiving
to Heaven were sent.

At six, at nine,
at noon and at three,
again in the chapel,
the nuns you would see.

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At six in the evening
and right before bed,
they again worship God,
beg His blessings to shed.

For the God who created
both Heaven and earth,
who knew each of us
before our birth,

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Who sustains all things
in being through time,
who revealed through His Son,
a love most sublime.

Does this God not deserve
to set some apart,
who give Him alone
an undivided heart?

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In a world, where our God
is forgotten, unknown,
the nun offers her life
for His honor alone.

She stands day by day,
a vigilant sentinel,
to praise, to adore,
His glory to tell.

By her silent, hidden life,
she proclaims, “GOD EXISTS!”
for her life, her joy
is none other than this:

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That God is remembered,
that God is adored,
that He is honored
as the only Lord!

But a nun’s life is simple,
nothing splendid to tell.
She does all with love,
serves her Sisters as well.

She cooks and she cleans,
she irons, she sews.
She works in the garden
and washes the clothes.

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But each task is done
with one thing in mind,
to do all for God,
and Him all may find.