Just. Alas, alas,
Again all wild to me. The time draws short—
Look not to me, but Him tow’rd whom alone
Sin is, and pardon comes from—
Cipr. Oh, Justina,
You know not how enormous is my sin—
Just. I know, not as His mercy infinite.
Cipr. To Him—to thee—to Him through thee—
Just. ’Tis written,
Not all the sand of ocean, nor the stars