The words will be said, and all outward actions done

Does it not work for every other?

Though they but dimly perceive, to Thee all is known.

Arguments as lazy as the faithlessness they own

How well-made for any other

Who might but barely perceive that which Thou hast always known.

To Thee always do I run

For Thy embrace is closer than any other's

Yet the empty words are said, and the actions left undone.

Only let my heart bleed gently anon

And my will given Thee like a child to its Mother's

Let there be some small mercy, though every insincerity be known.