DE PROFUNDIS
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darkness I call; I stretch forth my hands unto Thee. Loose these fetters that foully enthral; To their lock Thou alone hast the key. Low at Thy footstool I fall, Forgive and Thy servant is free! Folly took hold of my time, On pleasure I perched, to my woe; I was snared in The Evil One's lime And now all his promptings I know. Crimson as blood is my crime. Yet Thou canst wash whiter than snow. Heaven overhead is one frown; About me the black waters rave; To the deep I go dreadfully down; O pluck my feet out of the grave; Lord! I am sinking, I drown, O save, for Thou only canst save. |