Kalonymos ben Moses of Lucca

His sovereignty is o’er my gathered throng; His glory is my faith within, I seek Him for atonement of my sin— This day of fasting to forgive the wrong: And He will answer, He will say, “Forgiven.” Holy—and mighty in His chamber o’er the skies; Holy—in penitence alone His pardon lies; Holy—the secret of His Law He tells His own Holy—for all His sheep rejoicing to atone; Holy—He pardoneth His faithful one that pleads; Holy—and all His people praise His mighty deeds; Holy—His faithful one remembering in His love; Holy—He loves the soul’s affliction of His dove. Holy—on those unclean His cleansing waters flow; Holy—His people’s sin He maketh white as snow. Holy—yea, Israel of their error maketh clear; Holy—He sets apart one day in all the year; Holy—He pardons them whose longing turns to Him. Holy—above the highest heights He standeth dim; Holy—and He is good to those who bear His fear; Holy—forgiving sin His wrath will not appear; Holy—by righteousness He drives transgressions hence; Holy—He holds this day of fast for penitence. Holy—He gently leads to Him His holy one; Holy—thus merciful beside Him there is none; Holy—’mid clouds abiding where His dwelling lies: Holy—and angels tell His glory through the skies. His sovereignty is o’er my gathered throng; His glory is my faith within. I seek Him for atonement of my sin— This day of fasting to forgive the wrong: And He will answer, He will say, “Forgiven.”