Текст песни Chorale After an Old French Carol - Benjamin Britten , Polyphony

Our Father, who's creative will
Has been for us all confirmed
That thy primal love may within us
The freedom of the actual
Be featured on the justly actual
Though we don't know thy children
We know that thy Son has watered
With love our wilderness
Thy wood is ever-nurtured
By the unique river
And of thy goodness
He is the manna
He is the bread
And of thy goodness
He is the manna
He is the bread
We inflict thy promises
With each occasion of distress
That from our incoherence
We may learn to put our trust in thee
And brutal fact
Persuade us to adventure
Out on the deeps