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As long as there's a chance to negotiate
Things are not in totally hopeless shape
Even in evil there's found some goodness
Well enough to arouse frail confidence
O worthy guardian and sentinel of men
Who turn to counsel while guarding them
Whose every external deed
Is a deed of the whole Trinity
And within every task and duty
Lies the hand of triune Deity
In my body there's no such blood vessel
Your Son's blood hasn't filled, I humbly confess
The Son of man I've crucified time and again
With my sins, so manifold and frequent
O Messed and honoured Trinity O divine and complete society
If you accept this confession or mine And consider it in your counsel divine
Then is my case not a hopeless one And my ruin not beforehand done