  The sixfold wingÈd angels cry To Him, Who hates iniquity: Holy art Thou, O Lord! Holy art Thou! The mighty ones of earth do call To Him, Who has created all: Blessed art Thou, O Lord! Blessed art Thou! They, who in radiance shine, proclaim Of Him, Who wrought them out of flame: Holy art Thou, O Lord! Holy art Thou! Those doubly tried by flood and fire United chant in frequent choir: Blessed art Thou, O Lord! Holy and blest! Pure spheres celestial echoing round, With voice of sweetest song resound: Holy art Thou, O Lord! Holy art Thou! All those redeemÈd not by gold, Repeat in faith and joy untold: Blessed art Thou, O Lord! Blessed art Thou! They who pass swiftly to and fro Make answer, as they come and go: Holy art Thou, O Lord! Holy art Thou! Who seek His law, and testify That there is none beside Him, cry: Blessed art Thou, O Lord! Holy and blest! The hosts of radiant seraphs call To Him, most glorious of them all: Holy art Thou, O Lord! Holy art Thou! The sons of mighty men declare His majesty beyond compare: Blessed art Thou, O Lord! Blessed art Thou! All they who glorify His name, With every morn anew proclaim: Holy art Thou, O Lord! Holy art Thou! Israel, His people, ceaselessly Cry as they bend and bow the knee: Blessed art Thou, O Lord! Holy and blest. Those shining as a crystal spring, Chant in the presence of their King: Holy art Thou, O Lord! Holy art Thou! The stranger's children evermore The mighty Lord of lords adore. Blessed art Thou, O Lord! Blessed art Thou! Those who of fire are fashioned, crowd On crowd unnumbered, chant aloud: Joseph Ibn Abitur. |
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