Free, Oh! free me from the fading spree...
What has the utmost sway on me?
Deep well of shame and disgrace are mine
Space infinite of praise and grandeur are Thine!
Am I sprouting, flowering, fructifying inside?
To take shelter in the wounds of Christ Crucified...

Search, Oh! search for the Light warm
Alien to changing purpose, ominous harm...
Today's sobbing defeat - a miraculous retreat -
From hazardous, formidable fate worse than loss of life,
Training approved for the final triumph of earthly strife.
Do trials and insidious harm, craft me wise and free?
Free, Oh! free me from the vanishing spree!

Keep, Oh! keep what's passing in slavery
Not myself be its slave, bear duty bravely,
Foreign to swamp frivolous, carnal, cowardly...
(Sensualist craves pleasure in death-dealing measure...)
Am I, in truth, facing me? shutting the door to Thee?
Can Thy grace be wanting to one seeking Thee?