Un to thee I surrender my soul oh god
Un to thee I surrender
Lest the desire of wealth, pride, fame, hinder me
Un to thee I surrender my soul oh god
Un to thee I surrender
The path I tread is filled with thorns
The people I trust are with deceitful heart
Fire of hatred engulf all the world
Lest not it engulf me
I take refuge in thy shelter oh god
I take refuge in thy shelter
Weak are my feet
It cannot walk any more
Wornout are my hands
It cannot work any more
My eyes are burdned with tears
It cannot rest in sleep any more
In search of mercyful comfort
Un to thee I surrender my soul oh god
Un to thee I surrender
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