1 O kindest Maker, turn Thine ears,
And mark Thy people's sighs and tears,
Which, through the yearly fast of Lent,
To Mercy's throne are daily sent.

2 Of hearts the Searcher, Thou canst tell
How weak the state to which we fell;
Blot out our sins, forgivness send
To all who now for pardon bend.

3 Our souls to crimes unnumber'd own,
Be grace to free confession shown;
Let sickly souls Thy healing claim,
That all may praise Thy glorious name.

4 Grant that by stinted use of food,
Our bodies may be so subdued,
That grace may guide our stubborn will,
And stifle all that leads to ill.

5 May this our solemn yearly fast
The future aid, repair the past;
O holy Godhead, Three in One,
The Father, Holy Ghost, and Son. Amen.