{{I trust my Divine Holy Sire
In everything He may require.} (2)

{The blood of His suffering saves us
From the fires and darkness of hell,
And all that we need to march forward
Is the knowledge that God loves us well.}} (2)

I follow my Master on high,
As the edge of tomorrow draws nigh.

My decisions are here to make over
So that all of us can be redeemed;
My transgressions He doth recover,
And all of the lies that I schemed.

Juramidam bids us to rise
Above the blind drapes of the skies.

To see what we’ve always been missing
In the brilliant true Light of the Day;
To receive His true grace full of bliss_
And the Knowledge that comes when we pray.

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