Once in a holy passion
I cried in heartfelt grief,
‘Lord, I am vile and wicked –
of sinners I am chief!’
Then swooped my guardian angel
and whispered from behind,
‘Vanity, my little man!
You’re nothing of the kind!’ Anon
Once in a holy passion
I cried in heartfelt grief,
‘Lord, I am vile and wicked –
of sinners I am chief!’
Then swooped my guardian angel
and whispered from behind,
‘Vanity, my little man!
You’re nothing of the kind!’ Anon