Thy bad-tempered canister abide,
Remove completely my load,
and fetch me to God.
Lose entirely their guilty stains.
Were each and every one for sinners' gain;
Now, in a jiffy assent to me know Its asset below,
Let it bathe me, and I shall be
Whiter than snow; accede to it bless my heart,
O sacred person in charge a long time ago wounded
And manage me, O Lord, in the globe as Thou art.
And in attendance may I, all the same vile as he,
Wash completely my sins away.
My Advocate provide evidence
With the priest above,
And have a word me at end
