Night’s lingering silhouette no longer
Shields my restless shadow, which clutches me
With gusto and haunting trauma.
My naked thorax seeks raffia clothing;
My ribs rebel against enchanting shivers from the spine of terror.
Adam’s greenish raiment I long for,
Among wet strings of strong bows fastened
To the groins of departed giants.
My feet, caked by frozen sand dunes,
Tramp gently and defiantly among wooded plains,
......
When dark, foreboding fears distress the soul,
And swell the bosom with despairing grief,
Remorse and doubt, and gloomy unbelief,
And wicked promptings which we can't control,
O! how we long to find some sweet relief-
Some friend to lead us to a throne of grace,
Where we in Christ may find a hiding-place
From all the sorrows which surround our path,
The dread of hell and God's avenging wrath,
And get that sweet serenity of mind,
......
Night’s lingering silhouette no longer
Shields my restless shadow, which clutches me
With gusto and haunting trauma.
My naked thorax seeks raffia clothing;
My ribs rebel against enchanting shivers from the spine of terror.
Adam’s greenish raiment I long for,
Among wet strings of strong bows fastened
To the groins of departed giants.
My feet, caked by frozen sand dunes,
Tramp gently and defiantly among wooded plains,
......
When dark, foreboding fears distress the soul,
And swell the bosom with despairing grief,
Remorse and doubt, and gloomy unbelief,
And wicked promptings which we can't control,
O! how we long to find some sweet relief-
Some friend to lead us to a throne of grace,
Where we in Christ may find a hiding-place
From all the sorrows which surround our path,
The dread of hell and God's avenging wrath,
And get that sweet serenity of mind,
......