In the Clefts of the Rock.

My little one,

' O! my dove,my bride thou art,

hidden in the clefts of my wounds,

whose report doest thou 'believe',

believe thou the 'report' of thy Lord?

My 'arm' is 'revealed',my dearest,

the 'moment'thou 'believe',my 'word'

will thou receive,my 'blessing',child,

ever thine to 'behold' thy 'promise land!

behold ,my 'crown of thorns' encircled,

'man of sorrows', grief and pain anon,

my 'visage' so 'marred',faceless for thee,

'sorrow' and 'love' flow  mingled down.

carried all thy 'sorrows',borne thy 'griefs'

my 'soul' poured unto death for thee'

when I passed by thee,I saw thy 'face',

'live',I say in thy  blood,'live',my child!

my,'wounds' and 'bruises' blankets thee'

great drops of 'sweat' fell on the dust,

blood dripped  like showers of rain

'sprinkle',nations,my 'seed' I see ever!.

thou, my dearest 'seed' I see,beloved'

ever before my face I 'behold' ever,

abundance of 'life' receive my child'

as much as thou want take thou ever!

Fear not! fear not! never ever be afraid!

death hath no more  'sting'ever never'

be bold,courageous, seek my strength,

my strength  beholds only thy weakness!

Saith thy Lord! thy God! thy King!