Hold tight. Hold me tight:
what coverings I have sought,
what fig-leaves,
cannot disguise my nakedness.
My shame burns garments – yet
You clothe in righteousness.
Hold tight.
Hold me tight; You are enough,
yet I am afraid, and turn
to fig-leaves when rightly I should
bathe myself in You.
O Lamb, my joy, my garment of blood,
hold tight.
O hold me tight.
J.S. Bach / Ich habe genug, BWV 8 (Herreweghe): https://youtu.be/XopQG0Gjgmo