Treasure Island

Yehudah HaLevi

(1075 - 1141 / Andulusia)

At Morning


O Lord, my life was known to Thee
Ere Thou had’st caused me yet to be,
Thy spirit ever dwells in me.

Could I, cast down by Thee, have gained
A standing place, or, if restrained
By Thee, go forth with feet unchained?

Hear me, Almighty, while I pray;
My thoughts are in Thy hand alway.
Be to my helplessness a stay!

O may this hour Thy favour yield,
And may I tread life’s battle-field
Encompassed by Thy mercy’s shield.

Wake me at dawn Thy name to bless,
And in Thy sanctuary’s recess
To praise and laud Thy holiness.

Translated by Alice Lucas

Submitted: Saturday, May 07, 2011
Edited: Saturday, May 07, 2011

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