resting-bird

While sleeping men have yet to rise,
And the bird is quiet in its nest,
While stars still shine in velvet skies,
And the circling sun still lies at rest,

I seek your glorious face, O God,
To ask your blessing, I alone,
With simple words, without facade,
For sins I ask that Christ atone.

Forgive, dear Lord, whose clemency
Extends to humbled hearts bowed low,
From death and suffering set me free,
That I might walk with you and know

Angelic praise, full-throated throngs
In joyous hymns around your throne;
Might I dare dream to join their songs
While still in darkness here I groan?