If nature trembles at your call And ’fore your throne all knees will fall, Then why can I not give my all? If joyfully the coastlands sing And glory from the mountains ring, Then why can I not my song bring? Lord, why does evil spark in me A wicked longing filled with glee Not a will to bend my knee? In evil heart I need your light To banish darkness from my sight So I in goodness will delight. And then before your holy throne I’ll stand with those you call your own With joyful heart and sins atoned.