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God's all-powerful mysterious Eye, not what saw or will see, but always sees, through grace, clears the eagerly loving heart of servile cold fear's hesitations, doubts. In Him knowledge of each moment we pass, each hour, day, and month; each word, thought, act, and belief--He won't let someone's lies or power keep an innocent heart from Him. We're safe under His sweet justice, no need, like Adam and Eve, to blame each other for our mistakes--yet open to Him the heart's intense hope and ravaging griefs, what consumes you, oh, look past priest's gowns and when you are just with Him tell where you failed. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XLIX:209. See also B S:80:125; in MS V2; Valgrisi 81. Translation: Roscoe 322. Key |
