Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, All day long I like fountain flow From thy hand out, swayed about Motelike in thy mighty glow. What I know of thee I bless, As acknowledging thy stress On my being and as seeing Something of thy holiness. Once I turned from thee and hid, Bound on what thou hadst forbid; Sow the wind I would; I sinned; I repent of what I did. Bad I am, but yet thy child. Father, be thou reconciled, Spare thou me, since I see With thy might that thou art mild. I have life before me still And thy purpose to fulfill; Yea a debt to pay thee yet: Help me, sir, and so I will. But thou bidst, and just thou art, Me shew mercy from my heart Towards my brother, every other Man my mate and counterpart.
Three Motets on Texts by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Song Cycle by Ned Rorem (1923 - 2022)
3. Thee, God  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 - 1889), appears in Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse, first published 1895
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