LORD! to the faithful grant his heart’s desire;

O scourge no more this tortured breast with fire.

Thou art far off. O bring me nigh to Thee;

Weak am I and perplexed. O set me free.

From the abyss of sin in which I dwell,

Draw me, as erst Thy Joseph from the well.

Let not my tears fall wasted in the sand;

Gather them up, kind Lord, into Thy hand.

And from the ashes of my sorrow past

Bring Thou the flowers of hope to bloom at last.