What can I do
 To release my soul
 From my faults?

 I know I can't make it
 To face eternal light
 By following their ways
 Lord tell me why I'm so blind

 Tell me, nothing more but the truth
 Reveal to me your majestic vision
 Even if it turns for me to suffer
 I will rather choose the paupers grave
 In the shadow of your glorious throne
 Than the place of the idle
 Beneath your crushing feet