[Verse 1]
Before the morning had a name,
Before the stars were strung,
A Mind was thinking all that is,
And held it on His tongue.

[Verse 2]
No clock the Lord wound up to spin,
No engine left to run,
He thinks the world from breath to breath,
The thinking is not done.

[Verse 3]
He thought me into where I sit,
He thinks me where I rise,
Not far away across a gulf,
But closer than my eyes.

[Verse 4]
The grave will lose its grip on me,
The Mind that holds me now
Will think the resurrection through,
And raise me from the ground.

[Verse 5]
So sing it plain, the saints of God,
And sing it through the years,
We were not lost, we are not gone,
We're held within the Mind.