English poem
TE DEUM
by Robert Winkworth Norwood (1874–1932)
Praise God for all things: Praise Him for birth, Praise Him for death, Praise Him for health, Praise Him for sickness; For sorrow and sin, For gladness and gain, For failure and loss, For friend and for foe— Praise God for all things!
God is the All, So all must be praised And welcomed and trusted As angels from Him: Angels of light, Angels of darkness Angels of joy, Angels of woe— Each as a messenger Swift from His throne.
"Nothing can hurt you!" Sings little Brother; For each in its place Serves but one end, Namely, to shape you— Fit you—complete you: Till from the terror And from the thunder Grow through the gloom Gleams of your Godhood!
Laugh at the voices, Wailing in valleys Like to Gehinnom— Lurid with fires Fed by the bodies Of dead men forgotten!
Rise up and claim All things as yours, You who are God— God in Becoming!