9 acessos
The meditation of my heart,
The thoughts I ponder through the day
May they be pleasing to you, lord,
And keep me steadfast in your way
When worries weigh upon my mind
And make me restless in the night,
Then may I meditate on you
And things I know to be upright.
Whatever things are chaste and true,
Whatever virtue there may be,
Whatever things well-spoken of—
May thoughts of these bring peace to me.
How precious are your thoughts, o God!
Beyond all counting is their sum.
So may I ponder your own words,
Absorbed in them may I become.