All the scriptures avowedly divine proclaim the blessedness
Of the entire creations and God's mounting compassion par excellence
When innocent blood surfeits, forgive us O'Lord our grievances
We would extoll Thee with ecstasy vigorous, though we have lost Edenic grace
We are aggrieved O'Lord, sovereign Lord, forgive us our trespasses and bless us
In your ground, Lordly saviour of things, revive us, resurrect us
Our earnest plea is to release us from dark dungeons perilous
Grant us O'Lord, redeemer of grace, setting us free from all subtle whisperings
May life flood out in abundance, illuminating the abode of humans
May the anguished cries cease altogether and melodies spring up ceaseless
Inspire us with the hope even the dust would bloom at the heavenly trumpet awesome
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