I really deserve to die,
for all of my sins are more
multitudinous even than the
grains of sand in the Sahara.
On my execution day, I stand
before the cross, terrified,
but then you ransom me and,
amazingly, take my place.
Your holy blood rushes in a river
of Divine Mercy from the cross,
and, behold, you miraculously
make me new, and I’m born again.