King of Heaven

Just as I begin to see

The way, the truth, the recipe

For flourishing and find peace and rest,

Enemy my soul besets:

Inflicts sickness upon my bliss,

Fans the sparks of wickedness,

Blinds my soul in black abyss;

What is the way out of this?

Enemy observes my path,

Litters it with stones and crags;

A single step will break my back

So long as greater strength I lack.

Enemy, observe my Lord

Roaring words sharper than swords;

Drenched in blood from wounds he took,

Took Heaven and Earth, and Hell he shook.

Look—my Lord, my life, my light,

Shining white with Heaven's might;

Strike the enemy, my King;

For you alone I long to see

Now and in eternity.