O my soul, you doubt—
feeling condemnation
here, where there is none.
Is God your enemy?
No, Your champion!
Strive not as if alone
where Love is written, plain—
He did not spare His Son.
.
O my soul, you doubt—
feeling condemnation
here, where there is none.
Is God your enemy?
No, Your champion!
Strive not as if alone
where Love is written, plain—
He did not spare His Son.
.