Wild the sea clamors from its echoing caves, But other voices rise above the waves: @3"As now you are, O friends, so once were we; As now we are, so one day you shall be!"@1 And still they rise and plead and hurry by, Sobbing and breaking in that long, sad cry -- @3"Orate pro nobis!"@1 Father of all, be merciful to all! Hold not these faithful servants long in thrall; Open to them Thy blessed dwelling-place, Hide not too long the glory of Thy face. Mother of pity, harken to that cry, Cleaving the clouds, and quivering to the sky -- @3"Orate pro nobis!"@1 |