[Verse 1] Tie up these hands Has nothing good come of them? All my efforts seem a wreck But does that mean they're meaningless? [Chorus 1] If my mind's straight but my heart's askew Then my actions mean nothing to you [Verse 2] Cut off this tongue Has not a good word fallen from This vessel of language This organ of speech When used is boastful When silent is meek [Bridge] How dare I take such holy work And turn it into this awful mess For I'm a man and nothing more You are God and nothing less [Chorus 2] If my mind's straight but my heart's askew Then my actions mean nothing to you Nor should they touch the glory of Such endless patience and faultless love