Lyrics:

All the tools of one's, the tools of one's trade
Must be greatly respected and adored
So the write loves his plume, his pen
And the gardener, his seeds, his shovels his watering can
And the mother, her loving arms, to norsel, and comfort, and nurse her young
All the tools of one's trade

I've got seven ways of going, seven wheres to be
Seven sweet disguises, seven ways of serving Thee
Lord, I do extol Thee, for Thou has lifted me
Woke me up and shook me out of mine iniquity
Oh, I was undulating in the lewd impostered night
Filled with the dream to rend the seams, and redeem the rock of right

Where I strod the seas of Galilee and the seven hills of Rome
Seven sins were lit in the sight of me
Lo I turned my neck toward home
Ah, I opened up my arms to You, and we spun from life to life
'Til you loosened me and let me go toward the everlasting light

Yeah I am taking seven seizures for the true
I got seven ways of going, seven ways of serving You
Seeking love without exception
A light upon the swarm
Seeking love without exception
A saint in any form