Hear thou me, tonight, oh Lord,
From the innermost of my recesses,
Give I unto thee, many thanks,
For preserving my life;

For with shalt I have mentioned,
Thy ever loving goodness,
In the less warmly hole of the grave,
Being pleasant food for termite and maggot?

Thus I lift my heart into thee,
As I look ahead unto forty,
Your mercies are supreme,
And I say thou alone art magnificent.