Ah! my Jesus! ah! I fear
Death and Grave and Hell are near!
Death has eyes that on me prey,
Gaping grave would clutch my clay,
And hell’s hideous abyss
Wills that I my soul shall miss,
Satan damns my earthly dust,
And the law says: That is just!
My life’s soon condemned to end
As all devils would intend,
Should, O Jesus!, you not guide
Me to your wide-open side,
Bloodied by my spear of sin,
And there let me enter in
So I, by your heart reviewed,
Law’s stern verdict may elude!
Judgment then can but be good,
Written with your mercy’s blood.