LYRIC

[Icelandic] Heyr, himna smiður
Hvers skáldið biður
Komi mjúk til mín
Miskunnin þín
Því heit eg á þig
þú hefur skaptan mig
Eg er þrællinn þinn
þú ert drottinn minn

Guð, heit eg á þig
Að þú græðir mig
Minnst þú, mildingur, mín
Mest þurfum þín
Ryð þú, röðla gramur
Ríklyndur og framur
Hölds hverri sorg
úr hjartaborg

Gæt þú, mildingur, mín
Mest þurfum þín
Helzt hverja stund
á hölda grund
Send þú, meyjar mögur
Málsefnin fögur
öll er hjálp af þér
í hjarta mér

[English] Listen, smith of the heavens
What the poet asks
May softly come unto me
Your mercy
So I call on thee
For You have created me
I am thy slave
You are my Lord

God, I call on thee to heal me
Remember me, mild one
Most we need thee
Drive out, O king of suns
Generous and great
Every human sorrow
From the city of the heart

Watch over me, mild one
Most we need thee
Truly every moment
In the world of men
Send us, son of the virgin
Good causes
All aid is from thee
In my heart

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