'Fore whom heav'n must hush its voice,
When their Maker's praise forth-telling,
O'er our penitence rejoice;
But what has been done amiss
Cover'd now and buried is,
All offence to Him we've given,
All, yea all, is now forgiven.
From no lake so much is gushing,
No depth is so deep at all,
With such force no stream is rushing,