Look, the days are shortened, but Thou art in every moment. Upon me, lay your hand, And be my Helper. Merciful kindness, Unto me you pour, As thou usest to. Do unto those who trust you, That love you shed abroad. Thy name is eternal.
Mine eyes have a diminished field of vision, and Fail for faulty focus. Thy salvation is like a corrective lens, And for me, it heals my blindness. The word of God opens the iris, and Thy righteousness turns on the light.
Be surety against the wicked schemes, For thy servant is powerless. For good is my desire, Let not my inordinate affections corrupt. The proud should tremble, Oppress me and squeeze out the bitter water.
I have been beset by the weight of trials, but Done nothing amiss. Judgment and justice seem far away, Leave me not to cruel mercy of men. Not to the rough stroke of condescension; Mine oppressors seek entertainment for their coliseum.