To love hath pulled me to my ruin,
Hate and Fear raise the evil within-
I hear the call of Satan and Death
with each and e'ery vehement breath!
To hate hath surely sent me to Hell,
though I can still hear a hea'nly bell.
In my heart I feel a friend's touch,
it feels me with Love and calm's peace;
from sorrow my soul got release,
this feeling so good I shall clutch!
When I'm amid chaos and pain,
my friends free my heart from distain
and show me sinners are true saints;
this is surely the picture Christ paints.
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