King of glory, King of peace
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King of glory, King of peace, I will love thee; And, that love may never cease, I will move thee. Thou hast granted my request, Thou hast heard me; Thou didst note my working breast, Thou hast spared me. Wherefore with my utmost art I will sing thee, And the cream of all my heart I will bring thee. Though my sins against me cried, Thou didst clear me, And alone, when they replied, Thou didst hear me. Seven whole days, not one in seven, I will praise thee; In my heart, though not in heaven, I can raise thee. Small it is in this poor sort To enrol thee: E'en eternity's too short To extol thee. |
Te, cum pace decoris Rex, amabo, utque duret amor is incitabo. Exaudito tu mihi adnuisti, et commoto pectori pepercisti. Arte te, quanta est mihi, celebrabo, cordis et primum tibi dedicabo. Culpae reum ut prius me solvisti, reum rursus unicus exaudisti. Totam per hebdomadem te laudabo; corde meo hospitem te locabo; vix inesse eo queas cohibenti; deficit aeternitas te canenti. |