The soul upon the earth doth live,
Its heavy burdens sorely grieve,
The faculties distracted be,
From error here are not set free.
What God doth who can e'er explore,
And say what He rejoiceth o'er?
Unless Thou who dost ever live
Dost Thine own wisdom to us give.
Then send her from Thy heav'nly throne,
And give her to Thine handmaid's son;