Yet wisdom eternal come forth Help the penitent To find thine advent Comfort the desolate Though we feud against men Through lust of sins Our weakness has been framed The realities revealed Lo, how we are afflicted And so through our own wills We exiles have blindly watched A force of Darkness thrive Driven by accursed spirits A hateful band of fiends Our lives are cruelly constrained Bound with pernicious cords Those who dwell upon high Pity now thy unknowing servants And on our miseries think How, through you, we still stumble Feeble of mind, we abjectly wander Through seas of cloud, that shield our eyes From truths real voice! FROM TRUTHS REAL VOICE!