My chosen Blood, ah, my redemption's Lifeblood! Where can I find heart or words to love and laud such unheard-of faithfulness in this heart-rending trial? Heaven alone can give me power to praise. Sweat, hot with anguished love, salvation's pith and power, forced out through heart-dissolving fear and pain from which God should have spared his son! Our salvation's bound to him more firmly than his own heart: his heart melts, our salvation's gained. Each droplet is a mirror of his kindness. God's majesty shines forth from this blood-anguish: he endures, while bearing all our guilt. Ah blood, come to my aid in my soul's parting hour: on Judgment Day, clothe me in crimson. Click here to read this sonnet in the original German.