Downcast midst vile sins, <br />From my innermost heart <br />I cry out, God unbounded! <br />Hear the mournful plaints <br />Of my grievous voice, <br />And in Thy compassion <br />Lend an ear of mercy! <br /> <br />Wouldst Thou our evils <br />Weigh, kind Father, <br />On Thine own justice's scale, <br />Who'd know such fortune, <br />Who in virtues be so firm, <br />That coming for true judgment, <br />Would not be condemned? <br /> <br />But Thou, gracious judge, <br />Punish not our erring ways <br />With deserved severity; <br />Thy law, with mercy filled, <br />And Thy faithful words, O Lord, <br />That wouldst pluck me from this ill, <br />Inspire in me certain trust. <br /> <br />'Tis why, whether roseal dawn <br />Brings forth a beaming sun, <br />Or night, arrayed in darkening clouds, <br />In darkness doth lead on, <br />Let doubt not dissuade <br />Those people so chosen <br />From resolute trust in their Lord. <br /> <br />For a treasure inexhaustible <br />Is His eternal compassion; <br />He'll idle not in healing wounds <br />Or raising one who's stumbled; <br />He, past all measure of doubt, <br />Shall forget not His own people, <br />And to salvation shall lead them.<br /><br />Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-iv/
