But an empty cup

I am but an empty cup

To be filled with wisdom from all ages

Stirred passionately in wages

I am but an empty cup

To be filled with joy and faithful expectations

Singing nothing but hopeful venerations

I am but an empty cup

To be poured with everlasting graces

An instrument to bless all races

When my time is up and all has gone

I am but an empty cup molded by the potter in the sun