Hymn 12.

Chapter 8

1I will call in my affliction, on the Power that subdues all — that is able to subdue, the Captor in his wrath — as it overcame Legion. R., Glory to His grace !

2The Evil One has repaid me my brethren, debts that he borrowed not of me:— the good God likewise has repaid me, mercies that I lent Him not.— Come and marvel at these two things!

3The good God has divided and given, my misdeeds to His grace — my offenses to His justice ; His mercy has blotted out my misdeeds — His judgment has requited my offenses.

4Sin was exceeding angry , and abode in alarm — when she saw how grace , put restraint on freedom, that she might overcome transgressions.

5Glow, O my Lord, and send down Your love , break out and pour forth Your wrath !— Your wrath to destroy, Your love to rescue — the captives from the captor!

6The days wherein the Evil One , decreed to cast me forth — as with a sling into perdition, in them the good God has bound up and kept — my soul in the bundle of life.

7The men of speech who keep not silence, from praising continually — who have kept me in the midst of waves, and supported me that I fell not, let them give praise in my stead, O my Lord!

8For who has at any time sufficed, in presence of the grace — of the mercies which surrounded him, that I should suffice to praise — the mercies that encompass me?