Eternal Lord! and from the world set free,

Like a frail Bark, weary I turn to Thee,—

From frightful storms into a quiet road.

On much repentance Grace will be bestow’d. 5

The nails, the thorns, and thy two hands, thy face

Benign, meek, …, offers grace

To sinners whom their sins oppress and goad.

Let not thy justice view, O Light Divine,

My fault, and keep it from thy sacred ear. 10