Hymn

May I keep you
close, O Lord,
since I have
no eyes
to see
a soul.

Might we, sheep, to
lose, O Lord (and)
whence, die knaves.
So sighs
do free
our lowe.

Say (it,) lie, (and) sleep. Fools'
doses, O Lord,
fence night (and) cave,
unwind,
new real(ities)
although

A day seeps (in) to
fuse, O Lord.
Hence, my have(n, you,)
too fined,
decreed
my soul.