_One voice alone._ In vain unrighteous violence hath imposed Silence upon the people praising Him: His name shall never perish. Day unto day proclaims His glory and His power: The universe is full of His magnificence: Sing, and proclaim His benefactions. _All the Choir._ The universe is full of His magnificence: Sing, and proclaim His benefactions. _One voice alone._ He gives to flowers their lovely hues, He brings the fruits to birth and ripens them; To these He portions, with judicious care, The heat of day and coolness of the night: The fields receiving them, return The gifts with usury. _Another._ He bids the sun to animate His works, And light's the power of His own hands; But still His holy law, His spotless law Is richest blessing God has given mankind. _Another._ O, Mount of Sinai, keep eternally In our remembrance the illustrious day, When on thy flaming summit, in a cloud, Densely enveloped, God into the eye Of mortals caused to shine A beamlet of His glory. O tell me why those lightnings and those flames The floods of vapour, rumblings in the air, The trumpetings, and thunder: Came He to overturn The order of the elements? Came He to shake the earth Upon its old foundations? _Another._ He came to witness to the Hebrew children His holy precepts' everlasting light; He came to bid that happy people love Him With a love eternal. _All the Choir._ O law divine, delightful law! O justice, tenderness supreme! What satisfaction, sweetness overflowing, To pledge unto that God our love and faith! _One voice alone._ He freed our fathers from a cruel yoke; While in the desert, with delicious food He nourished them: He gives to us His law, He gives Himself; and for such benefits He orders us to love Him. _The Choir._ O justice, tenderness supreme! _The same voice._ For them He closed the waters of the sea, And from an arid rock made fountains gush; He gives to us His law, He gives Himself; And for such benefits He orders us to love Him. _The Choir._ O law divine, delightful law! What satisfaction, sweetness overflowing, To pledge unto that God our love and faith! _Another voice alone._ O you, who only know a servile fear, Ingrates, can not a God so good delight you? Is it so difficult unto your hearts, So painful, then, to love Him? The bondsman dreads the tyrant's violence, But love's the portion of a child: You wish that God should load you with His blessings, Without returning Him your love! _All the Choir._