Oh God, most high and glorious, the thought of your infinite serenity has often cheered us; for we are toiling and moiling, troubled and distressed here below, beneath the moon; but you sit forever in perfect happiness. Your designs cause you no care or fear; for you will surely carry them out. Your purposes stand fast as the eternal hills: Your power knows no bound, your goodness no stint. You bring order out of confusion, and our defeats are but your victories. We sow in tears, but you see us reap in joy. Our everlasting felicity is present to you, even while groans and mourning are our present lot.