Йозеф Гайдн - How oft, instinct with warmth divine - ноты, текст песни (слова)

How oft, instinct with warmth divine,
 Thy threshold have I trod!
 How loved the courts, whose walls inshrine
 The glory of my God!
 
 O let me not, the vengeance share,
 That waits the guilty tribe,
 Whose murth'rous hands each mischief dare,
 And grasp the offered bribe.
 
 But pour, O pour, while thus I thread
 The path by thee prepared,
 Thy beams of mercy on my head,
 And round me plant a guard.
 
 Thou, Lord, my steps hast fixed aright,
 And pleased shalt hear my tongue
 With Israel's thankful sons unite
 To form the festal song.