| O unfathomable good, that fillest heaven and earth, incline Thyself graciously this day, and despise not Your poor creature. Lord, if I am not worthy of You, yet do I stand in need of You. Ah, gentle Lord, are You not He who with one word created heaven and earth? Lord, with one word can You restore health to my sick soul. O Lord, do to me according to Your grace, according to Your infinite mercy, and not according to my deserts. | |