English poem
I
PREADMONISHETH THE ABBOT DEODAET.
The Lord, we look to once for all, Is the Lord we should look at, all at once: He knows not to vary, saith Saint Paul, Nor the shadow of turning, for the nonce. See him no other than as he is! Give both the infinitudes their due-- Infinite mercy, but, I wis, As infinite a justice too.
[Organ: plagal-cadence.]
As infinite a justice too.