O, use me then, my Saviour, and inpart
me into council with the whole of heart.
I'm poor and I'm alone, quicken my soul,
and save me from this wordliness of foul.
O, take my heart and make it ever new,
in steadfastness and confidence, in You.
My love and all mine powers, spread abroad,
the lost bewildered men, lead with thy rod.
And when I come refreshed of all the years
from agony of suffering and tears:
In thankful praises sing you a new song,
I know You will return: It want be long.
Christian Fróði Djurhuus
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