To Thee, eternal Defender of all creation, <br />I call, frail, commiserate, nowhere secure. <br />Keep me in close watch, and in my each anxiety, <br />Hasten to bring aid to my wretched soul. <br /> <br />With Thy rod, do but quell the blind flesh <br />So laden with vain, lowly, ill-working lust; <br />For shame it seeks sway o'er its own soul: <br />Fairer if what's to decay serves what's forever! <br /> <br />And ye, cov'tous hosts (Lord God, my Defence), <br />Show your heels and take your infamy unending, <br />Ye who deny God's creation the wealth (whence you <br />Were forced) and the praise to thine own Maker. <br /> <br />My Bliss, my Praise, let them fast feel shame <br />Who sing me sweetness of other praise, not Thee. <br />What hath man not Thine? Yet who in Thy gifts <br />Be vain, eternal King, Thy gifts would he lose. <br /> <br />So happy, so jubilant they who confess <br />That the good be Thine, who seek Thee <br />And adornment unending, who take pains <br />To love Thee alone full-willing, O Lord. <br /> <br />Aye, reckon me in that count, kind Father, <br />Whilst here, grant me but mark I'm lowly dust <br />And, unmatched for a tempest's heavy ordeals, <br />May I know as my strengths thy great mercies. <br /> <br />Still who's content, arrayed yet in mail <br />Of adamant, if war long and hard he endures? <br />So I beg: Thou who in battle art Defender, <br />Tarry not, Peace redeeming, giving unto us Thyself!<br /><br />Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-v/
