The Crown (a Hymn)


by Pavel Chichikov

(to the tune of Erhalt Uns Herr, from J. Klug's Geistliche Lieder,

1543)

I must say what I must say

I saw the Lord approaching day

A sun with robes of cloud to wear

A blinding crown of dawn most rare

Up rose He from the wells of night

And made the seas and hills a light

But cast no shadow I could tell

He was pure light drawn from that well

Then come and drink and have no fear

It is My blood most pure and clear

That surges swiftly to the heart

And out again till death depart

All shadows then I wash away

For I will say what I will say

Fear like filth My blood will cleanse

All cruelty My death amends

My blood is light, My flesh is joy

Doubt and grief they will destroy

No stain my crown of light defiles

My light all darkness reconciles

Now My glory is revealed

That was by death and dark concealed

New eyes for old, now you can see

The crown they call eternity

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