O Lord Woe Lord O Lord Make thick my blood that I won't feel The exaltation of Thy will O Lord Blind my eyes that I can't see Thy vengeance coming down through me O Lord O Lord Woe Lord O Lord Make still my heart that I might lie And see not those You chose to die O Lord Smother these embers of a soul grown cold And blot my name out from Thy tome O Lord O Lord Woe Lord O Lord Then bind my soul that it will stay And with this body soon decay O Lord Lord, let me die, Lord, let me rot Lord, give me not another thought