by Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936)

Non Nobis, Domine!
Language: English 
Non Nobis, Domine! 
Not unto us, O Lord, 
The praise and glory be 
Of any deed or word. 
For in Thy judgement lies 
To crown or bring to nought 
All knowledge and device 
That man has reached or wrought.

And we confess our blame, 
How all too high we hold 
That noise which men call fame, 
That dross which men call gold. 
For these we undergo 
Our hot and godless days, 
But in our souls we know 
Not unto us the praise.

O Power by whom we live 
Creator, Judge and Friend, 
Upholdingly forgive, 
Nor leave us at the end. 
But grant us yet to see, 
In all our piteous ways, 
Non Nobis, Domine, 
Not unto us the praise.

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Researcher for this text: David K. Smythe

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