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On this, I sing eternally, how you’ve struck me,
Your wayward sheep with your kind iron rod.
I have sinned, gravely, and you’ve shown me mercy,
Mercy which no man, no woman, may grant.
What’s more, rather than end my life,
You have gifted me time,
Time to labor, time to pray,
Time to dance, time to love,
Time to mourn, time to cheer,
Time to repent for all I’ve done
For inducing others to fall,
For inducing myself to fall.
I can only judge because my sins
Were made known to me by your law,
But if I had to live this one life again,
I would still seek you God.
What greater delight can a man have
Than to meditate on your statutes,
To know of your judgments, your mercies,
Your sacrifice, your flesh, your blood,
Which drips continually so all may know your love?
And pray, let it not be for anyone else
To know evil by experience so one may know good.
Let us know good through good, Jesus,
By your body and by your blood.
And let it be that the more we eat thee,
We may become more like thee,
You in me, me in you,
As it was declared by God in you.
Amen.