Through grief whose depth none knoweth,
From His great heart there floweth
Sigh after sigh of anguish o'er!
Who is it that afflicts Thee?
My Saviour, what dejects Thee,
And causeth all Thy woe?
Sin Thou committed'st never,
As we and our seed ever,
Of deeds of evil nought dost know.
I many times transgressing,