O God, have pity upon this poor youth.
Show him Thy grace, O God, before he die;
Shine in his heart; have mercy upon me,
Who deal the laws men make to travel by
Under the sun upon the path to Thee;
O God Thou knowest I'm as blind as he,
As blind, as frantic, not so single, worse,
Only Thy pity spared me from the curse.
Thy pity, and Thy mercy, God, did save,
Thy bounteous gifts, not any grace of mine,