Mother-God,
Set me within the safe defences of Thy pity:
In ignorance and folly I have wasted all my days,
My soul is base:
Thy gift of life is squandered,
My latest days go fleeting by,
And fear grips hard upon me:
Far have I travelled,
Yet little fruit have I of all my wandering:
I have forgotten Thee,
Forgive me, save me
Show me Thy love,
And set me close by Thee, sure fenced from fear and doubt.
