Thou show us thine own true way no man can find it; Father! Thou must Lead.
only are good; Your supreme mercy
my predicted sinful state,
close to death and so far from God.
would love to want that which I do not want:
the fire and the heart of ice a veil is present
quenches the fire, so that it prevents
pen in its work, and makes the sheet a liar.
love you with the tongue, and then I pain
love does not reach the heart; nor do I know where
opens the door to the mercy that enters
heart, that casts out every merciless pride.
the veil , my Lord, break down the wall
with its hardness slows down
brightness of your light, dark to the world!
the prophesied light so near to us
your beautiful bride, that in my heart
might burn without doubt, and only you believe.
is nothing more base and vile on earth
as I am without you I feel and am,
vanities of life have taken from me
time to contemplate God.
the way that rises up to heaven
dear Lord, and to that aim alone
rise I need your help.
I speak to You , my Lord, for with all my trials,
Your blood, blessedness I, man, would never
You are the seed of pure and holy works,
grow where You sow them
one can follow you with His own worth
You show them Your holy ways.
not look with eyes of Justice
my past . . .
only Your blood touch and wash my faults
evermore abound when I get old.
the cross, by Grace and by diverse trials
am sure. We will be in Heaven.
Your blood one can comprehend...
without limit your dear gifts are.