God's all-powerful mysterious Eye,
not what saw or will see, but always sees,
through grace, clears the eagerly loving heart
of servile cold fear's hesitations, doubts.
In Him knowledge of each moment we pass,
each hour, day, and month; each word, thought, act,
and belief--He won't let someone's lies or
power keep an innocent heart from Him.
We're safe under His sweet justice, no need,
like Adam and Eve, to blame each other
for our mistakes--yet open to Him
the heart's intense hope and ravaging griefs,
what consumes you, oh, look past priest's gowns and
when you are just with Him tell where you failed.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V XLIX:209. See also B S:80:125; in MS V2; Valgrisi 81. Translation: Roscoe 322. Key