The source of joy becometh sad,
The sun hath ceas'd to make us glad,
And all at once the clouds descend,
Shed tears that never seem to end.
Ah, child of man! go weep alone,
Thy many grievous sins bemoan,
Henceforward from thy crimes refrain,
Repent, and be thou clean again.
Fall on thy knees, thyself now throw
On God, that He may mercy show,