1. You treat every illness with medicine
Yet for the illness of your sin there is no cure

2. Except sincere pleading to the Merciful
With the intention of one fearful and certain of need

3. And long vigils begging forgiveness
In the dark night's concealing veil

4. And showing remorse at every moment
For what crookedness you were in

5. Perhaps tomorrow you will be great
With the attainment of one triumphant and joyous intimate