Lord, administer your grace to us now, we need it ever so. Hell's gates burns the hands of tempted saints as we are brought down lo' "forgive us" we cry out now, "cause us to feel contrite" we plea, for our flesh has grown callous, the result of our unnumurable inniquity. Then, his light, shewn fourth upon our face. in our hour of misery, the Lord foresaw a moment for grace. Oh how we so easily forget, we mourn over commited sin already after forgiveness sets in as if we have doubts about his perfect provisions. Oh Lord have mercy. Also help us to follow the path you set, and when we depart cause us to veer back in regret, for you are the shepard over the blind flock, and like the wind in the sail of a stubborn old faring.
For the blind sheep you are as a kind and careful master over them, they know not where they tread but in your fatherlike tenderness you guide and carrol them about, sometimes one or two will become mislead down a path, but you pursue them and return with great mercy and resounding glory.
For the stubborn faring you are a consistent wind to guide them and sometimes it is against their will, but, othertimes it is with their unknowing submission that they go where you intend them, oh how innumerable is the scale of your patience and great is your mercy, blessed over all are those who follow you and 'willingly' (knowingly) do so.