You are wearied with granting the wishes of
your servants; you make it your pride to
accept us. O Lord of the abject, O visible image
of joy, right well do these titles become You! Many
have asked Thee to bless them; many hast thou
blessed and satisfied. Tuka says, O loving father,
who can fathom your playful kindness?
your servants; you make it your pride to
accept us. O Lord of the abject, O visible image
of joy, right well do these titles become You! Many
have asked Thee to bless them; many hast thou
blessed and satisfied. Tuka says, O loving father,
who can fathom your playful kindness?