Far is the journey before me, O traveler
Fainting and fainting is my heart and strength
Thy staff make present, on which travelers lean
And my temporal manna, my soul do wean
O great potter, pot our lives around
And you good giver, give us blessings abound
O wise seer, see us throu this town
Eternal writer, write our story not with frown
Wonderful provider, provide daily victuals
I have goat skin for water
And goat meat for supper
Do give maize seed for bread
One from tassels already red
A wretched vessel of sin I am, rough edges do chisel
sin scare so much, her twists and turns like the pistol
I have proofs, if proof be needed
You know me from eternity past
And I know you will not leave me to rust
So Sir, my past is so poor and ordinary
But my future, here lies ahead
Let my heart point at your rest
Like the compass always resting north
If they want fame, make famous
Wound my pride, this do
Envy and rebellion enter not my heart
My edifice of doom, turn shambles
The gates of my strength creak
Joint bones knock together
O grace in the valley and darkness
So at first glance,
Permit me O blessed father
To keep to safety more better
Let not my blowing wind storm
nor my raining waters flood
For thou knowest the road more
The hills, the mounts, the rise and falls
all I need, thy responding calls
as I wade through, ready a helping hand
And do take me to the other side, the golden bank
Thou be my guide, both left and right
This and many more, the pilgrim recites
And so help and be my light.
Thus my Amen