"Not even when the sinful lives
A merciful Lord exists"
By His mercy he forgives
And makes a sinful
Saint
Not even when the poor lives
A Sustaining Lord exists
By His endowment
He makes the penniless
Rich
Not even when the weak live
A Mighty Lord exists
By His Might He commissions
Makes an orphan
Sovereign
Oh my Generous Lord
When you offer, I thank,
You bestow more and more
When I err and regret
You cover up and
Forgive
In Your liberty and gifts
Righteous, sinful... are gowned
Dwelling... all jubilate
"and the contented sky
Is never weary so
That is falls
Boo! on
Us".
Never again
Would I take a glance
At your charming face
Or even think for a while
Of your elegant look
Never again
Would I utter my words
Of praises unto you
Or even crave to hear
The sweetness of your words
Never again
Would I take a stroll
Round and about your gate
That I may see you
Or see one who saw you
Never again
would I lust for that
I had been lusting for
Or even long for that
Joy of being with you
Never again
Would I suffer the pains
For not being with you
Or even feel the pains
Of parting with you
Never again
Would I Turn to you
Or face someone like you
Again
But hit me with a smile
Just a parting smile
Once more, once more
Again and
Again...
