Knowledge of my sin
Makes a greater pit in me
Being filled with You.
Judge most merciful
Loves me purely; I say He
Sees not what I see.
Lower still He calls:
I saw it first; you
are not
Seeing who I made.
If I would know this,
Tell me, what would he look like?
My Son crucified.
Look, think and wonder
On the suffering God-Man;
I cannot grasp this.
Jesus, ever new!
I never want to leave You!
Love, arrest my eyes!
Sweetness most precious,
Found humbled by none other
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Auguste 2020 (#1)
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