Where Elohim and the illicit meet
There fall before my Judge's feet
Thy promises my only plea,
Oh God.
Send wings to lift the clutch of sin
You who dwell between the cherubim
From war without, and fear within,
relieve the grief from the shoulders of crumbling men
Oh God, pour out your clemency to me
My God oh what striking love to bleed
Fashion this heart in Your alchemy
with the brass to front the devil's perjury
and sure fire grace my Jesus speaks
I must I will I do believe,
Oh God.
Oh God, pour out your clemency to me
My God oh what striking love to bleed.
Based on the Hymn by John Newton, adapted by Jamie Barnes. Listen with a humble heart.
