Choral Prelude on Ich Ruf. Zu Dir, Herr Jesus Christ I, the river, dream of ravens, call to thee With instantly inventing and so liberating voice. Jesus Christ, look down and weep How man, o baby, has all my banks destroyed. I in flowing, know of all And each and every rectifying, crucifying dam. Have you not courage to rip All the ropes, my darling, from my rocky vale. You know I am free To drown their tents. Kill, sweet sugar, Christ O Jesus The hairless apes who spoil The very cliffs You made to blaze with grace. Carl Estrin