Yea, mortal, earth of thy good help has need.
Go cleanse thyself within.
Mortal
Mine ear is hurt by harsh and evil speech.
I would reform men’s ways.
Spirit
There is but one convincing way to teach.
Speak thou but words of praise.
Mortal
On every hand is wretchedness and grief,
Despondency and fear.
Lord, I would give my fellow men relief.
Be, then, all hope, all cheer.
Mortal