MORTAL

The world is full of selfishness and greed. Lord, I would lave its sin. Yea, mortal, earth of thy good help has need. Go cleanse THYSELF within. Mine ear is hurt by harsh and evil speech. I would reform men's ways. There is but one convincing way to teach. Speak THOU but words of praise. On every hand is wretchedness and grief, Despondency and fear. Lord, I would give my fellow men relief. Be, then, all hope, all cheer. Lord, I look outward and grow sick at heart, Such need of change I see. Mortal, look IN. Do thy allotted part, And leave the rest to ME.