| Song | The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth |
| Artist | H.E.R.R. |
| Album | Vondel's Lucifer - First Movement |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |