album cover
album cover
Release DateDecember 20, 2024
LabelCD Accord
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polski Narodowy Chór Młodzieżowy
Polski Narodowy Chór Młodzieżowy
Choir
Łukasz Borowicz
Łukasz Borowicz
Conductor
Natalia Rubis
Natalia Rubis
Soprano
Małgorzata Pańko-Edery
Małgorzata Pańko-Edery
Mezzo-Soprano
Krystian Adam Krzeszowiak
Krystian Adam Krzeszowiak
Tenor
Wojtek Gierlach
Wojtek Gierlach
Bass
Malwina Lipiec-Rozmysłowicz
Malwina Lipiec-Rozmysłowicz
Harp
Elżbieta Korelus
Elżbieta Korelus
Harp
Krzysztof Waloszczyk
Krzysztof Waloszczyk
Harp
Roman Perucki
Roman Perucki
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrzej Panufnik
Andrzej Panufnik
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antoni Grzymała
Antoni Grzymała
Recording Engineer
Agnieszka Szczepańczyk
Agnieszka Szczepańczyk
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

Universal Prayer
Father of All! in every Age,
In every Clime ador'd.
By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Thou Great First Cause, least Understood!
Who all my Sense confin'd
To know but this, – that Thou art Good,
And that myself am blind:
Yet gave me, in this dark Estate,
To see the Good from iII;
And binding Nature fast in Fate,
Left free the Human Will.
What Conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to doe,
This, teach me more than Hell to shun,
That, more than Heav'n pursue.
What Blessings Thy free Bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;
For God is pay'd when Man receives,
T’enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to Earth's contracted Span,
Thy Goodness let me bound;
Or think Thee Lord alone of Man,
When thousand Worlds are round.
Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume Thy Bolts to throw,
And deal Damnation round the land,
On each I judge Thy Foe.
If I am right, oh teach my heart
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, Thy Grace impart
To find that better Way.
Save me alike from foolish Pride,
Or impious discontent,
At ought Thy Wisdom has deny'd,
Or ought Thy Goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's Woe;
To hide the Fault I see;
That Mercy I to others show,
That Mercy show to me.
Mean tho' I am, not wholly so
Since quicken’d by Thy Breath,
O lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Thro' this day's Life or Death:
This day, be Bread and Peace my Lot;
All else beneath the Sun,
Thou know'st if best bestow'd, or not;
And let Thy Will be done.
To Thee, whose Temple is all Space,
Whose Altar, Earth, Sea, Skies;
One Chorus let all Being raise!
All Nature's Incense rise!
Written by: Andrzej Panufnik
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