Lyrics:

I can no more; for now it comes agian,
That sense of ruin, which is worse than pain,
That masterful negation and collapse
Of all that makes me man...
... And crueller still,
A fierce and restless fright begins to fill
The mansion of my soul. And, worse and worse,
Some bodily form of ill
Floats on the wind, with many a loathsome curse
Tainting the hallowed air, and laughs, and flaps
Its hideous wings,
And makes me wild with horror and dismay.
O Jesu, help! pray for me, Mary, pray!
Some Angel, Jesu! such as came to Thee
In Thine own agony...
Mary, pray for me. Joseph, pray for me.
Mary, pray for me.

[Assistants]

Rescue him, O Lord, in this his evil hour,
As of old so many by Thy gracious power -