Our almighty Lord, eternal, unfathomed,
To Thee Cherubin proclaim “Holy, holy, holy!”
To Thee too, Seraph, true love’s pure brand;
A fiery firmament tho marks Thy glory’s stead.
And tho Thou art in all, ’tis there my teary eyes
I lift, and there doth my longing heart sigh;
For my senses’ strengths match not their afflictions,
Like servants of masters, Thy mercies they crave.
And my will, to Thy will no whining slave,
Like a lowly maid of a lady, awaits Thee
To fast lend her a hand, and in Thy just
Compassion, alleve the burden’s force.
O compassionate Father, whose fontheads
Of goodness no weir of sin car divert,
Have mercy on us, have mercy:
Long we overflow in infamies of our wrong!
No more doth the heart pang, it dies forthwith,
As force of ingrates tears our allotment and honor,
As lofty pride casts a downward eye on us,
Not marking that Thine eyes scorn us not.
(Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski)
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