Oh, mighty strong God, immortal love eternal grace
Whom we your flocks, never saw or fancy your face
By faith and by inner conviction alone we you embrace
Believing what we cannot prove, yet we admire you no less
Let us now bow to the power under day's holiness and the moment's serenity
For it is dire, awesome, frightening and stalwarts.
On it Your Kingship Reign will be elevated and exalted;
Your throne will be firmed with kindness, your chair with divinity
And You will sit upon it in truth alone
It is true that You alone are the One
Who judges, proves, knows, and bears witness and elevate;
Who writes and seats, counts and calculates;
You who remembers all that was forgotten.
You will open the Book of Chronicles -
It will read itself, and everyone's signature is in it have gotten.
When your obedient seraphim stand on your distinguished Oracle
You the ever great sage, you will be sounded
And a still, thin sound will be heard rounded.
Earth and air will shake and tremble
At the dread of your steps all evils will shrink and crumble
As you walked in the garden of Eden
A fierce and loud horn will proclaim your sovereign
Angels and seraphim will gather and hasten,
A trembling and terror will seize them fasten
And they will proclaim loudly in solemn
'Behold, it is the Day of Judgment,
to muster the heavenly host for judgment and condemn! '
For they cannot be vindicated in Your eyes in judgment.
All mankind creatures will pass before You
Like members of the flock gathering under sturdy tree of oak.
Like a shepherd pasturing, examining his flock,
Making sheep pass under his staff and savage view,
So shall You cause them to pass in serving,
Count, calculate, and consider the soul of all the living;
And You shall apportion the fixed needs of all
Your creatures and inscribe their verdict and toll
On this judgement day you will be inscribed
And on this day your vows will be sealed
How many will pass from the earth
And how many will be created with new breathe;
who will live and who will die;
who will die at his predestined time
who will succumb before his time;
who by water and who by fire,
who by sword, who by beast,
who by famine, who by thirst,
who by storm, who by plague,
Who by harm, who by earthquake,
who by delirium, who by pandemonium,
who by strangulation, and who by stoning.
Who will rest and who will wander,
who will live in harmony and who will be harried,
who will enjoy tranquillity and who will suffer,
who will be impoverished and who will be enriched,
who will be degraded and who will be exalted.
For Your Name signifies Your praise:
Hard to anger and easy to appease your grace,
For You do not wish the death of one deserving death,
But that he repent from his way and live and breathe.
Until the day of his death You await him;
if he repents You will accept him immediately.
It is true that You are their Creator
And You know their inclination for they are flesh and blood.
A man's origin is from dust
And his destiny is back to dust and to rust,
At risk of his life he meagerly earns his bread;
He is likened to a broken shard,
He is like a withering grass, a fading flower,
A passing shade, a dissipating cloud, insignificant deem
A blowing wind, flying dust, and a fleeting dream.
A scudding chafe in a hot summer bower
There is no set span to Your years
And there is no end to the length of Your days.
It is impossible to estimate the angelic chariots
Of your glory and to elucidate your ways
Your Name is inscrutability in heaven's blue.
Your Name is worthy of You
And you are worthy of Your Name of fame
And you have included Your Name in our name.