Author: Marno

United to the Lamb that was slain.
With joy I proclaim, even if my soul is thin.
Let me separate myself from Him never.
Let my thoughts, acts and deeds proclaim I’m bought.

Withold not your mercy and your grace,
let your loving kindness of your covenant face,
shine upon, my heart, the darkest place.
Yes, o LORD, let it fear replace.

But if the LORD bids Thee Go, Go!
For He assures, grace to bestow!
Father; where I do not yet know,
but by Thy Spirit I will Go!

I am fréé;
chains released; from sin’s mastery.

For I became to be,
and once there was no me.
Hence if there once was no me,
and I am the reason that I can be,
then there would be no me.
For if once I was not,
then I could not be.

A glimpse of your presence, dead at your feet I lay.
For there is no power I’m but clay.

Yes crying be merciful to me,
a sinner with no defence to plea…

For where shall I go?
Up to the highest mount?
Or deep down far below?
Everywhere is thy holy ground.