The divine, the holy, ever cleansing love In Thee? Canst Thou be Christ and have no love for me?
What, can it be that I am lost and'll never know thy bliss?
And for my cruel, wicked crime no joy above all this?
What, world of sin! What, never? Is my destiny Hell?
Is that my cruel sentence because in sin I fell?
Aye, I did fall! Into that dark and fathomless pit,
And now in Hell my soul has fell, and for Hell it is not fit:
Into that misery eternal, where nothing lives but all's infernal—
Is there my future—is it there?
My thoughts they burn my head, my heart 'twas, ah, 'twas dead—