With what holy stuff, O Lord
Wilt thou load my hollow heart?
With what labour?

When I needed thee most,
I cried and prayed
And thou hast answered me.

With what hallowed stuff, O Lord
Wilt thou fill me hollow will?
With what hope?

All those promises made
In solemn piety, I no longer
Seem to know or remember.

Thou hast guided and bestowed
Thy blessings upon my soul,
While I walk in perilous ways;

Thy splendour shone
My blindness gone, and all is
Brightness as I see it now.