And still thy anger
And still thy anger Swift as a breath Our lives pass through. I will turn all their sorrows Into joy, comfort And cheer their sad heart. I am the poet who in My sad moods will I Thank of you. O, readers, my whole soul Longs for thee And I will have my mercies To do your bidding, For to me you are holy. May the almighty and merciful Lord Give both of us pardon, absolution And remission of our sins. Praise with me, let us extol Whatever name you call him by, Together singing his name.
Arise, O Christ, and help us Arise, O Christ, and help us. Deliver us for thy name sake. Cleanse thou our souls from every sin. We sing praise to your name,
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