Lord ! Lord, you who are the creator of all
Béla Bartók
Lord! Lord, you who are the creator of all,
I don't want what you don't want to give.
Thou makest it not as we would wish;
you make it better than we could imagine.
I give myself here into your hands,
so that you will give me to my sweetheart.
You have wound this bond,
oh, I wish that you would wind it ever more tightly!
O don't withdraw the hand
that you have given me for my salvation!
You lead me to my happiness;
grant that my path will not frighten me.
Shall I go with her on roses?
The path of thorns? I go in peace.
And should we stand parted,
let us be united in heaven!