O God, I Am Sad
Oh God, you gave me life and breath;
You saved my soul through languid death.
Why, then, should these, my wits, be spent?
Why, then, should this, my heart, lament?
Oh God, you are the One who saves
my soul from many wat’ry graves
made of tears—and you efface my vice
though I should sin again and thrice
wrong you—to whom I owe my life.
Oh, God, come now, and end this strife
wrought within my troubled mind,
that chokes the lungs and voice does bind.
Take these then, these plaintive tears,
and them convert to joyous cheers.
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