
My heart is bathed in blood,
Because the multitude of my sins
Makes me, in God’s holy eyes,
Seem to be a monster.
And my conscience feels pain,
Because these sins are naught to me
But Hellish tormenters.
Hateful night of vice!
You, you alone have brought me to such distress!
And you, evil Adam’s seed,
Rob my soul of all peace,
And bar it from Heaven.
Ah, unspeakable anguish,
My heart is so parched,
No comfort can fructify it;
And I must hide in shame before the
One before Whom the very angels
Hide their faces.
--- Georg Christian Lehms
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