Hear, Creation's King

Hear, Creation's King
Your bard pleads and sings
Send me mercies soft
Let me not be lost

Just to God I plead
Him who fashioned me
I am your meek slave
O Sweet Master, save

Lord, I call on You
Heal me, make me new
Bring to mind, mild King
Just to You I cling

Grant, O King of Suns
Richly gracious One
Drive my sadness far
From my heart's home, barred

Shield me, mighty King
Just to You I cling
You who have no end
In this world of men

From the Maiden's Son
All that's lovely comes
All help comes from You
My heart waits anew


Hymn: "Heyr, himna smidur," translated from the Icelandic. ©Eric D. Nelson, 2022.