0 God, forgive my youthful blunders made;
Forgive my sins of yesteryears till date;
0 let my vanity of sins past fade;
Thy Wisdom and Thy grace improve my fate.
How weary is my mind and body now?
My soul impure too craves to turn holy;
How splendid and immense has been thine love?
Thou bore for man upon a cruciate tree.
Allow my string of life to become strong,
And give me time to undo all my wrong;
Upon thy heart to rest, how much I long?
0 hear 0 God, at least my plaintive song.
How can I let my earthly life to pass,
And miss Heaven awaiting me, Alas?
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