As long as there's a chance to negotiate Things are not in totally hopeless shape Even in evil there's found some goodness Well enough to arouse frail confidence O worthy guardian and sentinel of men Who turn to counsel while guarding them Whose every external deed Is a deed of the whole Trinity And within every task and duty Lies the hand of triune Deity In my body there's no such blood vessel Your Son's blood hasn't filled, I humbly confess The Son of man I've crucified time and again With my sins, so manifold and frequent O Messed and honoured Trinity O divine and complete society If you accept this confession or mine And consider it in your counsel divine Then is my case not a hopeless one And my ruin not beforehand done