Roger Quilter - Non Nobis, Domine
Not unto us, O Lord
The praise and glory be
Of any deed or word
For in Thy judgement lies
To crown or bring to nought
All knowledge and device
That man has reached or wrought
And we confess our blame
How all too high we hold
That noise which men call fame
That dross which men call gold
For these we undergo
Our hot and godless days
But in our souls we know
Not unto us the praise
O Power by whom we live
Creator, Judge and Friend
Upholdingly forgive
Nor leave us at the end
But grant us yet to see
In all our piteous ways
Non Nobis, Domine
Not unto us the praise
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