Religion thou blessed and holy name!
Thy sovereignty and thy power how great!
How many virtues rare within thee wait
For hearts that can thy presence truly claim.

How happy on this earth the man may be
Whose eyes thy truth and glory can perceive;
A guard thou art for all that will believe,
A shield from sin for those that cling to thee.

In trouble consolation lies in thee;
Thou bindest man to God with holy chain.
Misfortune linked with hope forgets its pain!
Thou bind’st the Present with Eternity.

Translation from “Poets and Poetry of Poland A Collection of Polish Verse, Including a Short Account of the History of Polish Poetry, with Sixty Biographical Sketches of Poland’s Poets and Specimens of Their Composition” by Paul Soboleski