When I kiss the hand that wounds meThen I soar to heavens heightsBut when I fight that hand that fights meI am consumed by darkest nightsMy flesh cries out that I am weakAnd encourages me to scornIts time to turn the other cheekIts for victory I was bornI will praise my God despite my woesAnd rise up and declare Him greatAnd put to flight my many foesAnd stand at heavens gate