O Lord my God, receive my prayer
Which is according to thy holy will;
For if, O great king, it should please thee still
I shall defend thee while I still draw air.
Alas, O Lord, I shall backslide once more,
Fatigued too soon unless thy bounty fill
And give resolve unto my own weak will
And with thy virtue open wide the door.
You wish, Lord, to be master of my heart.
Come then O Lord and make me your redoubt
That earthly love and hate be driven out
And good and evil and all care depart.
Only allow me to draw near to you,
Repentant, constant in my faith and true.