It is I who need you, and yet you come to me.
I must grow smaller, so you will increase.
God said, "This is my Beloved Son,
With whom I am well pleased."
So this joy of mine has been made complete.
I was buried with you in the water,
But I rose again gasping to take a new breath.
Drowned by your grace on the altar,
I drink of your cup, I drink of your death.
Who takes away the sin of the world
The veil shrouding heaven was torn from my eyes,
Then a waterfall of grace tumbled down from the sky.
The Spirit swirled round with wings white as a dove,
Descending upon the Father's Beloved.
We were buried with you in the water,
But we rose again gasping to take a new breath.
Drowned by your grace on the altar,
We drink of your cup, we drink of your death.
I am not worthy to touch your feet.
I am not worthy to receive you.
But only say the word and I shall be healed!