Breath in me, oh breathe of God.
Still my heart and, rending it, renew.

Peace to your own and for your good will…
Your saints are befuddled; are on the edge of death.

All reason is lost and hearts fall sick.
Wandering beneath, and floating adrift…

Awaken the sleepy head; awaken us to morn.
The songs we sing are dusted, broken and hollow.

Oh king, come fight, destroy the vestiges of sorrow!
Circle me ‘round and teach me the meaning of good.

Come, find me in newness and hold me up steadfast,
All is lost if not renewed; all is not you if not you.