God rue the hour of death
oh curse the knife
That would splice such effervescent life,
That would still these musical fingers,
That would dim these everseeking eyes,
That would steal the deepest midnight sighs,
And silence forever this challenging voice
That screams granite words at injustice!
Oh pray hold Your wrath for another day.
Lord of my Life, my ticking heart don't break.
Your awesome power should mend my mind
And redirect my feeble efforts now
That I may straightway guide the plow
That one more lonely soul feel your affection.
Yield but for once to this human plea:
Your suffering world do share with me.
In Your name, Jesus, strengthen me
That I may help You with that cross.
Let Eternity wait, what profit the crown
If the golden way is cut short so soon?
You've given me four past thirty-three,
And there is zero I can give to thee.
I am Your creature but give me Grace
To face humanity and fight to free
All enslaved by fear, please let me be
Alive to heal, to whip, though holily
I believe it impossible to stay in flesh.
Do not ignore the prayer of the poor.
Let me stay, please, yet close not your door.
