LEST I TURN TO
STONESTRIKE ME TO YOUR FEET IN LOVE
THOUGH MY FLESH SHALL DREAD
AND THINK IT'S SURELY DEAD
ALL FEAR IS WICKED, DESPICABLY MEAN
SUCH MISERABLE FAITH LIKE, MINE BE SEEN
ABORT MY LIFE...ALL MORTAL CLAIMS
WITH THOSE HIDDEN THINGS I CAN'T MAINTAIN
SOUL'S STRENGTH ROOT, IN WILL AND WAY
MAKE YOUR ASH HEEP,
WHERE POWDERED MORTAR LAY
I SURRENDER, PLEASE LORD, LOOSE THE BANDS
TO SWEET REPOSE, WITHIN YOUR HANDS
YOUR TRANSCENDENT WORK
OH LET IT BE
ENGRAVED WITHIN, WITHOUT IN ME
MY LORD AND MASTER'S HOLY GRAIL
IN THIS MY LORD, DON'T LET ME FAIL
HOLY, HOLY IS MY CRY
WITH JOYFUL TEARS AND PRAYERFUL SIGH
ALL ASCENDING PRAISE TO THEE
THANK YOU LORD FOR LOVING ME
MOST FAITHFUL AND ADORING ONE
WHO CHANGED MY HEART FROM HARDEST STONE
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