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
