If you should wait till all agree you’re on the perfect road
You would not move a single inch lest someone should oppose
Don’t be amazed that on the earth there’s many different views
Where many gods and many lords would for you gladly choose
But to you may there be one God, the Potter to your clay
May He alone shape all you are and have the final say
And when on earth the Master’s hand at last is with you through
May He rejoice at what He’s wrought, the art He’s made of you.