All creation groans and travails:
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All creation groans and travails: Thou, O God, shalt hear its groan: For of man and all creation Thou alike art God alone. Pity then thy guiltless creatures, Who not less man's sufferings share: For our sins it is they perish: Let them profit by our prayer. Cast thine eyes of love and mercy On the misery of the land: Say to the destroying Angel, "'Tis enough: stay now thine hand." In our homesteads, in our valleys, Through our pasture-lands give peace: Through the Goshen of thine Israel Bid the grievous murrain cease. But with deeper, tenderer pity, Call to mind, O Son of God, Those in thine own image fashioned, Ransomed with thy precious blood: Hear and grant the supplications, Like a cloud of incense borne Up toward thy Seat of Mercy From thy people's hearts forlorn. For the widow and the orphan, For the helpless and the poor; Helpless, hopeless, if thou spare not Of their basket and their store, So – while these her earnest accents Day by day thy Church repeats, – That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our streets; That our oxen, strong to labour, May not know nor fear decay: That there be no more complaining, And the plague have passed away. And at last, to all thy servants, When earth's troubles shall be o'er, Give, O Triune God, a portion With thyself for evermore. |
Gemit mundus et laborat; laborantem tu vides: quippe hominum et mundi Deus aeque solus es. Parce nobiscum dolenti nec culpando pecori: culpa nostra pereunti prosit nostra prex ei. Nostrum rus adflictum clemens atque amans inspexeris angeloque perditori "Ohe! iam" dic "est satis!" Ut casis convallibusque, pascuis sit otium; nostrum, sicut in Aegypto, peste libera solum. Sed in primis miserescens, Deo Nate, respice specie tua creatos, emptos tuo sanguine. Cum favore votum audi surgens turi simile desperante tua plebe ad Thronum Clementiae, viduis favens et orbis, quis nec ops nec sunt opes: nec ops, nisi quid tu parces calathis, nec ulla spes, ut, ex corde tui cantum dum cultores iterant, nostrae per vias bidentes milliens parturiant; sani boves et securi tollant fortes onera, neve sit quod tum queramur dempta pestilentia; et tuis cum pace terrae universis denique dona tecum sempiternam partem, Trine at Unice. |