Lord, we are weak and weary, without rest

Lost men hate us, for we cling fast to you

They mock us because deep in their breasts

They know that life is empty without you

Our joy stands as witness to remind them

That this world miserly guards its pleasures

Which their deaths forever lock behind them

While our deaths bear us heavenly treasures

Lord, keep us from those who would savage us

So that our candle may burn, however brief

Let only our charity avenge us

Until your kingdom returns like a thief

Lord, let us praise you with speech and song

For we who were weak, you now have made strong.