And now the wants are told, that brought
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And now the wants are told, that brought Thy children to thy knee; Here lingering still, we ask for nought, But simply worship thee. The hope of heaven's eternal days Absorbs not all the heart That gives thee glory, love and praise, For being what thou art. For thou art God, the One, the Same, O'er all things high and bright; And round us, when we speak thy name, There spreads a heaven of light. O wondrous peace, in thought to dwell On excellence divine; To know that nought in man can tell How fair thy beauties shine! O thou, above all blessing blest, O'er thanks exalted far, Thy very greatness is a rest To weaklings as we are; For when we feel the praise of thee A task beyond our powers, We say, "A perfect God is he, And he is fully ours." All glory to the Father be, All glory to the Son, All glory, Holy Ghost, to thee, While endless ages run. |
Id quod petentes venimus audisti, Domine; manetur hic diutius ut veneremur te. Non sola aeternitatis spes cor nostrum occupat: ut laudet te qui sis quod es, huic quoque cor vacat. Es Unus, Immutabilis, nec quicquam tibi par; tuique dictu nominis caeleste fit iubar. Te contemplamur optimum: (O quae serenitas!), qui praeter mentes hominum pulchre refulgeas. O maior et beatior quam cui sint gratiae, invalidos tuus vigor sinit quiescere. Quid laudi si deficimus (tu nempe tantus es)? At plane noster es Deus et integer manes. Sit gloria, Pater, tibi una cum Filio, et gloria Spiritui privata termino. |