Make me to know the path of life aright,
From sore and wasting sickness snatch Thou me,
Lead me from day to night.
We are like clay within Thy hand, O Lord!
Forgive us all our sins, both grave and light,
And day shall unto day pour forth the word
And night declare to night.
May He Who sets the holy and profane
Apart, blot out our sins before His sight,
And make our numbers as the sand again,