Engelse Gedigte

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.

Draw near me o God, near me
For my soul longs
Longs to be filled
To be filled by the brookside of thy loving kindness

Draw near me o God; near me
For to thy holy presence
My soul full of quivering reverence
Seeks day and night to flee

My God My God why has though forsaken me,
was my cry meant to be.
But bestowed on Another,
Your Son, and now My brother.

Woe is me.
Sin would be no drudgery,
but youthful indulgence and jubilee.
O can you see the hypocrisy.

Being known by Him…by Love self… Yes indeed! Yes indeed!…Leaves no glory for self, but joy unspeakable joy… Giving glory to Him by which I am known and by which I can know…
Knowing Him joy unfathomable, but Being known by Him joy unspeakable…

Oh Father, let us go to every place!
And make known your immeasurable grace!
That one who once was a disgrace,
can now stand before your face,
since His righteousness does my sin replace!