1. I will call in my affliction, on the
Power that subdues all;—that is able to subdue, the Captor in his
wrath,—as it overcame Legion. R., Glory to His grace!
2. The Evil One has repaid me my brethren, debts that he borrowed not of me:—the good God likewise has repaid me, mercies that I lent Him not.—Come and marvel ye at these two things!
3. The good God has divided and
given, my misdeeds to His grace,—my offences to His justice; His
mercy has blotted out my misdeeds—His judgment has requited my
offences.
4. Sin was exceeding wroth, and abode in
alarm,—when she saw how grace, put restraint on freedom, that she
might overcome transgressions.
5. Glow Thou, O my Lord, and send down Thy love, break out and pour forth Thy wrath!—Thy wrath to destroy, Thy love to rescue—the captives from the captor!
6. The days wherein the Evil One, decreed to cast
me forth,—as with a sling into perdition, in them the good God
has bound up and kept—my soul in the bundle of life.
7. The men of speech who keep not silence, from
praising continually,—who have kept me in the midst of waves, and
supported me that I fell not, let them give praise in my stead, O my
Lord!
8. For who has at any time sufficed, in presence
of the grace,—of the mercies which surrounded him, that I should
suffice to praise—the mercies that encompass me?