I beseech thee for grace I cry out with covered face Sleepless lamentation neath the morning star Against thee have I sinned Gone astray and sown the wind Mine iniquities before me ever are
Why dost thou hold out Christ, And deny us paradise? Who can stand before the righteous uncondemned? Born into Adam's seed Into filth and desperate need And no pow'r of will with which my soul to mend
By my works I must fail Only reprobation's wail Can I offer now thy mercy to arouse Christ for his chosen hath Borne the weight of holy wrath How then shall my soul be one that he avows?
Take thou heed, o my soul He may render yet thee whole In no other mayest thou thyself betrust Thou art stone, thou art cold Yet for thy sake be thou bold And descry that faith by which shall live the justTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
