Over The Ocean - The Rich, The Poor, lyrics

You're coming to judge the living and dead The rich and the poor are the same in your eyes You're coming to make these crooked paths straight Make the wrong things right, bring dark into light When you're judging these things, have mercy on me I am no better than those I've despised all my life Have mercy on me I know you are looking For things that are pure And I know I am filthy You're making me clean