Do I judge unjustly
And trample on the poor?
Do the poor ones trust me
To on them mercy pour?
You have given power
Position to your sons
In this life’s short hour,
Then to the grave we run.
But till our life’s last sign
When under we will go,
We are your loving vine
To help the weak and low.
For it is only grace
Poured from your holy throne
That lets us see your face
And calls us all your own.
There is no work I do
To earn your gift of love,
It flows down ever new
From crimson lamb above.
So from deep gratitude
To others I should give
Out of my plentitude
To help other men live.
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