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canticle de profundis.
Glory to Thee, whose glory and pleasure
Must be in good!
By Thee the mysteries we cannot measure
Are understood.
With the abysses of Thyself above us,—
Our sins below,—
That Thou dost look from Thy pure heaven and love us,
Enough to know.
Enough to lay our praises on Thy bosom;
Praises fresh-grown
Out of our depths, dark root and open blossom,
Up to thy throne.
When choking tears make our Hosannas falter,
The music free!
O keep clear voices singing at Thy altar,
Glory to Thee!
Must be in good!
By Thee the mysteries we cannot measure
Are understood.
With the abysses of Thyself above us,—
Our sins below,—
That Thou dost look from Thy pure heaven and love us,
Enough to know.
Enough to lay our praises on Thy bosom;
Praises fresh-grown
Out of our depths, dark root and open blossom,
Up to thy throne.
When choking tears make our Hosannas falter,
The music free!
O keep clear voices singing at Thy altar,
Glory to Thee!
