Mender of Minds, Shepherd of souls,
Physician of my flesh, my only Strength,
Let Love pour over my soul,
When insincere compliments are freely given,
And honest mockery shreds
All confidence in myself.
I am left with thanksgiving:
You have stripped me of my own filthy rags
And have become my only covering.
Heal the incurable, as I
Filter the rumbling grumbling voices
To hear my chief, my Lord and Master
Beckon me strong groom.
Draw me out from the desert place
To your promised heavenly space
Emphatically Nymphatic King,
Your Fragrant Presence
Cools my feverish fervor
And purifies my zeal with wisdom.
Weary from working,
worried by wandering
my weakness shown by wondering
I am compelled to explicate my mood:
Thank you for the rest.