MORTAL

The world is full of selfishness and greed.

Lord, I would lave its sin.

Yea, mortal, earth of thy good help has need.

Go cleanse THYSELF within.

Mine ear is hurt by harsh and evil speech.

I would reform men's ways.

There is but one convincing way to teach.

Speak THOU but words of praise.

On every hand is wretchedness and grief,

Despondency and fear.

Lord, I would give my fellow men relief.

Be, then, all hope, all cheer.

Lord, I look outward and grow sick at heart,

Such need of change I see.

Mortal, look IN. Do thy allotted part,

And leave the rest to ME.