Bitter as bitter foe

I will walk up and down here
I shall sing what they shall hear
I am not afraid

Leave me to my lonesome torment
As I fall to my descent
I am lost

But still you flout my insufficiency?
As I claim my affinity.
The lesser is my grace.

My eye, your eye.
My tongue, your tongue.
O, why rebuke him that loves you so?

The more my prayer,
the lesser is my grace.
I am not afraid.