I have regained compassion.
Compassion that I am not worthy of.
I count that to the wonderful.
My proud heart has never desired it.
Now I know that and am delighted.
And I praise the mercy.
I had nothing as a son earned.
And shall be in God's mercy.
God has reconciled me with himself.
And makes me pure by the blood of the Son.
Where did this come from?
Why history?
Compassion is and will be nothing.
I have to confess this to you, my God.
I am moved when a person asks me.
I can only call it compassion.
That is what my whole heart says.
I bow down and am delighted.
And praise the mercy.
This I will not let any creature rob me.
This shall be my only praise.
I want to believe in this compassion.
On this I pray alone.
On this I praise in distress.
On this I still hope in death.
God, you are rich in compassion.
Tear your mercy not from me.
And lead me through death.
Through my salvation death to you.
There I am eternally glad.
And praise the mercy.