Under the LAW with its tenfold lash
I learned—alas, how true!—
That the more I tried
The sooner I died,
While the LAW cried:
"You," "You," "You.”
Hopelessly still did the battle rage.
"Oh, wretched man," was my cry;
And deliverance sought
By some penance bought
While my soul cried:
“I,” “I,” “I.”
Then came a day when my struggles ceased;
And trembling in every limb,
At the foot of a Tree
Where One died for me,
I sobbed out:
"Him," "Him," "Him.”