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Lo! our strength is a reed in the wind, a leaf in the storm,
Yet our tongues run riot in pitiless words and wild boasts,
Forgetting, O God, that our might is the might of the worm,
Be merciful, Lord, be merciful, Lord God of Hosts.
Once more let the glad earth be filled with the joy of its song.
Let the peace which surpasseth the understanding of men
Uplift our sad hearts; Lord, forgive us our guilt and our wrong,
Lord God of Hosts and of Men, Allelulia, Amen.
