A Lovely Gem That Turned From Darkest Coal
XCIII
A wretched bond which all my life had borne
My sin I love and own, alas owns me
Deceitful heart that love these chains and thorns
Unsacred ties that binds, how may I flee?
Then suddenly at dawn my dungeon breaks
Fresh wounds I see on pierced hands stretched down
From darkness he my poor, dead soul did take
That from my temples fell sin’s hollow crown.
Down deep within the chambers of my soul
From my disgraceful state, a prize he found
Like lovely gem that turned from darkest coal
A true desire to praise with sweetest sound
Much rather would I from some good retreat
Till sin is bitter, Christ will not be sweet
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