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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