I always loved Luther,
But I assumed I would be
An Erasmus or Melanchthon
In my own theology.
But now it distills, I see
The terrible gravity of sin.
I can in no way diminish
The utter depravity of men,
Which diminishes the cross, the cross!
We must first die to be reborn.
Look down, self-satisfied generation,
Into your sinful heart and mourn.
Throw all you are into the cross,
Keep nothing for your own,
For when God the Just has punished there
All you are is now atoned.