The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth 歌词

歌曲	The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth
歌手	H.E.R.R.
专辑	Vondel's Lucifer - First Movement
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	作词 : Joost van den Vondel
	Chorus of Angels:

	Strophe

	Who is it on His Throne, high-seated,
	So deep in boundless realms of light,
	Whose measure, space nor time hath meted,
	Nor e'en eternity; whose might,
	Supportless, yet itself maintaineth,
	Floating on pinions of repose;
	Who, in His mightiness ordaineth
	What round and in Him changeless flows
	And what revolves and what is driven
	Around Him, centre of His plan;
	The sun of suns, the spirit-leaven
	of space; the soul of all we can
	Conceive, and of the unconceivèd;
	The heart, the life, the fount, the sea,
	And source of all things here perceivèd,
	That from Him spring, that His decree
	Omnipotent and Mercy flowing
	And Wisdom from naught did evoke,
	Ere this full-crownèd palace glowing,
	The Heaven of Heavens, the darkness broke?
	Where o'er our eyes our wings extending
	To veil His dazzling Majesty,
	'Mid harmonies to Him ascending,
	We fall before Him tremblingly
	And kneel, confused, in awe together.
	Who is it? Name, or picture then
	His Being with a Seraph's feather.
	Or is't beyond your tongue and ken?


	Antistrophe

	'Tis God: Being infinite, eternal,
	Of everything that being has.
	Forgive us, O! Thou Power supernal,
	By all that is and ever was
	Ne'er fully praised, ne'er to be spoken;
	Forgive us, nor incensed depart,
	Since no imagining, tongue nor token
	Can Thee proclaim. Thou wert, Thou art
	Fore'er the same. All Angel praising
	And knowledge is but faint and tame.
	'Tis but foul sacrilege, their phrasing;
	For each bears his peculiar name
	Save Thee. And who can by declaring
	Reveal Thy name? And who make known
	Thine oracles? Who is so daring?
	He who Thou art Thou art alone.
	Save Thee none knows Thy power transcendent.
	Who grasps Thy full divinity?
	Who dares to face Thy Throne resplendent,
	The fierce glow of eternity?
	To whom the light of light revealèd?
	What's hid behind Thy sacred veil,
	From us Thy Mercy hath concealèd.
	Such bliss transcends the narrow pale
	Of our weak might. Our life is waning;
	But Thine, Lord, shall know endless days.
	Our being in Thine finds its sustaining!
	Exalt the Godhead! Sing His praise!


	Epode

	Holy! holy! once more holy!
	Three times holy! Honor God!
	Without Him is nothing holy!
	Holy is His mighty nod!
	Strong in mystery He reigneth!
	His commands our tongues compel
	To proclaim what He ordaineth,
	What the faithful Gabriel
	With his trumpet came expounding.
	Praise of man to God redounding!
	All that pleaseth God is well.

	zuo ci : Joost van den Vondel
	Chorus of Angels:

	Strophe

	Who is it on His Throne, highseated,
	So deep in boundless realms of light,
	Whose measure, space nor time hath meted,
	Nor e' en eternity whose might,
	Supportless, yet itself maintaineth,
	Floating on pinions of repose
	Who, in His mightiness ordaineth
	What round and in Him changeless flows
	And what revolves and what is driven
	Around Him, centre of His plan
	The sun of suns, the spiritleaven
	of space the soul of all we can
	Conceive, and of the unconceive d
	The heart, the life, the fount, the sea,
	And source of all things here perceive d,
	That from Him spring, that His decree
	Omnipotent and Mercy flowing
	And Wisdom from naught did evoke,
	Ere this fullcrowne d palace glowing,
	The Heaven of Heavens, the darkness broke?
	Where o' er our eyes our wings extending
	To veil His dazzling Majesty,
	' Mid harmonies to Him ascending,
	We fall before Him tremblingly
	And kneel, confused, in awe together.
	Who is it? Name, or picture then
	His Being with a Seraph' s feather.
	Or is' t beyond your tongue and ken?


	Antistrophe

	' Tis God: Being infinite, eternal,
	Of everything that being has.
	Forgive us, O! Thou Power supernal,
	By all that is and ever was
	Ne' er fully praised, ne' er to be spoken
	Forgive us, nor incensed depart,
	Since no imagining, tongue nor token
	Can Thee proclaim. Thou wert, Thou art
	Fore' er the same. All Angel praising
	And knowledge is but faint and tame.
	' Tis but foul sacrilege, their phrasing
	For each bears his peculiar name
	Save Thee. And who can by declaring
	Reveal Thy name? And who make known
	Thine oracles? Who is so daring?
	He who Thou art Thou art alone.
	Save Thee none knows Thy power transcendent.
	Who grasps Thy full divinity?
	Who dares to face Thy Throne resplendent,
	The fierce glow of eternity?
	To whom the light of light reveale d?
	What' s hid behind Thy sacred veil,
	From us Thy Mercy hath conceale d.
	Such bliss transcends the narrow pale
	Of our weak might. Our life is waning
	But Thine, Lord, shall know endless days.
	Our being in Thine finds its sustaining!
	Exalt the Godhead! Sing His praise!


	Epode

	Holy! holy! once more holy!
	Three times holy! Honor God!
	Without Him is nothing holy!
	Holy is His mighty nod!
	Strong in mystery He reigneth!
	His commands our tongues compel
	To proclaim what He ordaineth,
	What the faithful Gabriel
	With his trumpet came expounding.
	Praise of man to God redounding!
	All that pleaseth God is well.

	zuò cí : Joost van den Vondel
	Chorus of Angels:

	Strophe

	Who is it on His Throne, highseated,
	So deep in boundless realms of light,
	Whose measure, space nor time hath meted,
	Nor e' en eternity whose might,
	Supportless, yet itself maintaineth,
	Floating on pinions of repose
	Who, in His mightiness ordaineth
	What round and in Him changeless flows
	And what revolves and what is driven
	Around Him, centre of His plan
	The sun of suns, the spiritleaven
	of space the soul of all we can
	Conceive, and of the unconceivè d
	The heart, the life, the fount, the sea,
	And source of all things here perceivè d,
	That from Him spring, that His decree
	Omnipotent and Mercy flowing
	And Wisdom from naught did evoke,
	Ere this fullcrownè d palace glowing,
	The Heaven of Heavens, the darkness broke?
	Where o' er our eyes our wings extending
	To veil His dazzling Majesty,
	' Mid harmonies to Him ascending,
	We fall before Him tremblingly
	And kneel, confused, in awe together.
	Who is it? Name, or picture then
	His Being with a Seraph' s feather.
	Or is' t beyond your tongue and ken?


	Antistrophe

	' Tis God: Being infinite, eternal,
	Of everything that being has.
	Forgive us, O! Thou Power supernal,
	By all that is and ever was
	Ne' er fully praised, ne' er to be spoken
	Forgive us, nor incensed depart,
	Since no imagining, tongue nor token
	Can Thee proclaim. Thou wert, Thou art
	Fore' er the same. All Angel praising
	And knowledge is but faint and tame.
	' Tis but foul sacrilege, their phrasing
	For each bears his peculiar name
	Save Thee. And who can by declaring
	Reveal Thy name? And who make known
	Thine oracles? Who is so daring?
	He who Thou art Thou art alone.
	Save Thee none knows Thy power transcendent.
	Who grasps Thy full divinity?
	Who dares to face Thy Throne resplendent,
	The fierce glow of eternity?
	To whom the light of light revealè d?
	What' s hid behind Thy sacred veil,
	From us Thy Mercy hath concealè d.
	Such bliss transcends the narrow pale
	Of our weak might. Our life is waning
	But Thine, Lord, shall know endless days.
	Our being in Thine finds its sustaining!
	Exalt the Godhead! Sing His praise!


	Epode

	Holy! holy! once more holy!
	Three times holy! Honor God!
	Without Him is nothing holy!
	Holy is His mighty nod!
	Strong in mystery He reigneth!
	His commands our tongues compel
	To proclaim what He ordaineth,
	What the faithful Gabriel
	With his trumpet came expounding.
	Praise of man to God redounding!
	All that pleaseth God is well.

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