Based on Psalm 113, to the tune O SALUTARIS HOSTIA (“O Saving Victim, Opening Wide”):
From heaven's height the Lord looks down upon the earth beneath us crushed, on bonfire rage and tempest drown and beggars beaten down to dust. Lift up, oh Lord, from ash and grit those ground beneath oppression's heel. Lift up; let them with princes sit as kings before your glory kneel. Lift up, oh Lord, our hearts ashamed and all our barren places fill. Lift up our heads to praise your name who feel your mercy's workings still. From east to west, from rise to set of sun and stars and circling moon may praise be sung and none forget the God who makes our night as noon.
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