Uploaded June 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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Lyric: Oscar Wilde

Come down, O Christ, and help me!
Reach thy hand…
I'm drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee...

The wine of life is spilled on sand,
My heart's a famine-murdered land.
Where nothing good remains inside,
All joy and light have long since died.

And well I know my soul must lie,
In Hell's own night if now I die.

O Lord of Love, not flame and fear,
Where are you now? Why not come near?
I cry in silence, lost and torn—
Was I not once of woman born?

Nay—peace, this thing is not of God,
He does not strike with iron rod.
He weeps, He bleeds, He understands,
Not thunder held in wrathful hands.

He smiles through tears, not fire and sword,
My broken soul still seeks the Lord.

O Lord of Love, not flame and fear,
Where are you now? Why not come near?
I cry in silence, lost and torn—
Was I not once of woman born?

Come down, O Christ, and help me...
Reach thy hand...
I'm drowning...
In a stormier sea...