From my lips in their defilement,
From my heart in its beguilement.
From my tongue which speaks not fair,
From my soul stained everywhere,
O my Jesus, take my prayer!
Spurn me not for all it says.
Not for words and not for ways,
Not for shamelessness endued.
Make me brave to speak my mood,
O my Jesus, as I would!
Or teach me, which I rather seek,
What to do, and what to speak.
I have sinned more than she
Who, learning where to meet with thee,
And bringing myrrh the highest-priced,
Anointed bravely, from her knee,
Thy blessed feet accordingly.
My God, my Lord, my Christ!
As thou saidest not, "Depart,"
To that suppliant from her heart,
Scorn me not, O Word, that art
The gentlest one of all words said!
But give thy feet to me instead.
That tenderly I may them kiss,
And clasp them close and never miss.
With over-dropping tears as free
And precious as that myrrh could be,
T' anoint them bravely from my knee!
Wash me with thy tears: draw nigh me,
That their salt may purify me.
Then remit my sins, who knowest
All the sinning, to the lowest, —
Knowest all my wounds, and seest
All the stripes thyself decreest;
Yea! but knowest all my faith,
Seest all my force to death,
Hearest all my wailings low.
That mine evil should be so.
Nothing hidden but appears
In thy knowledge, O Divine, O Creator, Saviour mine
Not a drop of falling tears.
Not a breath of inward moan.
Not a heart-beat, — which is gone!
John of Damascus (675-749) modern Syria
full name: Yuhanna (or Yanah) ibn Mansur ibn Sarjun
Translated by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Songs of the soul: gathered out of many lands and ages by Samuel Irenaeus Prime, Robert Carter and Brothers, 1874
From my heart in its beguilement.
From my tongue which speaks not fair,
From my soul stained everywhere,
O my Jesus, take my prayer!
Spurn me not for all it says.
Not for words and not for ways,
Not for shamelessness endued.
Make me brave to speak my mood,
O my Jesus, as I would!
Or teach me, which I rather seek,
What to do, and what to speak.
I have sinned more than she
Who, learning where to meet with thee,
And bringing myrrh the highest-priced,
Anointed bravely, from her knee,
Thy blessed feet accordingly.
My God, my Lord, my Christ!
As thou saidest not, "Depart,"
To that suppliant from her heart,
Scorn me not, O Word, that art
The gentlest one of all words said!
But give thy feet to me instead.
That tenderly I may them kiss,
And clasp them close and never miss.
With over-dropping tears as free
And precious as that myrrh could be,
T' anoint them bravely from my knee!
Wash me with thy tears: draw nigh me,
That their salt may purify me.
Then remit my sins, who knowest
All the sinning, to the lowest, —
Knowest all my wounds, and seest
All the stripes thyself decreest;
Yea! but knowest all my faith,
Seest all my force to death,
Hearest all my wailings low.
That mine evil should be so.
Nothing hidden but appears
In thy knowledge, O Divine, O Creator, Saviour mine
Not a drop of falling tears.
Not a breath of inward moan.
Not a heart-beat, — which is gone!
John of Damascus (675-749) modern Syria
full name: Yuhanna (or Yanah) ibn Mansur ibn Sarjun
Translated by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Songs of the soul: gathered out of many lands and ages by Samuel Irenaeus Prime, Robert Carter and Brothers, 1874
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