Sunday, November 30, 2008

Rorate Caeli

Drop down dew, ye heavens,
    from above,
    and let the clouds rain
    the Just One.

Be not angry, O Lord,
    and remember no longer
    our iniquity:
Behold the city of thy sanctuary
    is become a desert,
Sion is made a desert.
Jerusalem is desolate,
    the house of our holiness and of thy glory,
    where our fathers praised thee...

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