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.