By Tom Quiner

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What a beautiful way to exit this world.
A guy from Iceland named Kolbeinn Tumason wrote this beautiful hymn on his deathbed at the turn of the 12th century. Here is the English translation:

Hear, smith of heavens.
The poet seeketh.
In thy still small voice
Mayest thou show grace.
As I call on thee,
Thou my creator.
I am thy servant,
Thou art my true Lord.
God, I call on thee;
For thee to heal me.
Bid me, prince of peace,
Thou my supreme need.
Ever I need thee,
Generous and great,
O’er all human woe,
City of thy heart.
Guard me, my savior.
Ever I need thee,
Through ev’ry moment
In this world so wide.
Virgin–born, send me
Noble motives now.
Aid cometh from thee,
To my deepest heart.
Some 700 years later, another Icelander, Þorkell Sigurbjörnsson, added the haunting music which is sung above in a German train station by a group called Arstidir. Beautiful!
 

2 Comments

  1. Diane Klopfenstein on May 31, 2014 at 1:49 pm

    Thank you Tom – that is hauntingly beautiful and meditative!
    Sent from my iPhone
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    • quinersdiner on May 31, 2014 at 2:34 pm

      Glad you liked it. I found it very moving.

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