My friend, never rely on your sight,
Trust the Lord who makes the path straight;
May you plead for His only light,
He is the one who gives foresight.

Better you seek for insight,
For He smites the heart’s chord right;
Making the life so upright,
So as to give you delight.

His precepts you should invite,
Or you bring for yourself plight;
And make your life so benefit,
I pray you shan’t clothe blight.

In praise of Him shall you indite,
Keeping off the things that disunite;
Walking on the narrow path which is right,
Shan’t you have, then, any fright.