Jesus, forgiver of trespa** beyond compare, hear me; sower of wheat, please give me the gentle bread of your hosts; give me, against the wrath of hell, a blessing that will cleanse rage, lust, despair. Tell me that these grim thoughts of pain and agony
that plague my mind are just my own guilt-laden fears, and when I die I'll find the light of a new day, and that the words, "Stand up and walk!" will reach my ears.