Listen and weep

To You, God of the Throne, I raise my only plea,
To confess to You, my Lord, what others cannot see.

My Lord, by Your Presence, treat and remedy
My heart and the disease, O efface this misery.

I can’t enumerate the blessings You’ve bestowed—
Forbid, my God, my pardon from being withheld.

And if You don’t save me from this living hell,
What will become of me? Can anyone foretell?

O God, You are the Real, my port, my only grace—
My heart’s true love above this dark and deadly place.