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Hear, smith of the heavens, what the poet asks. May thy mercy softly come unto me. So I call on thee, for thou hast created me. I am thy servant, thou art my Lord.

G-d, I call on thee to heal me. Remember me, mild one, we need thee most. Drive out, o’ king of suns, generous and great, every human sorrow from the fortress of the heart.

Watch over me, mild one, truly every moment, most, we need thee, in the world of men. Send us good causes, son of the virgin, all aid is from thee, in my heart.

Hear, smith of the heavens, the poet seeketh. In thy still small voice mayest thou show grace. As I call on thee, thou my creator. I am thy servant, thou art my true Lord.

G-d, I call on thee for thou to heal me. Bid me, prince of peace, thou art my supreme need, ever I need thy city of the heart, generous and great, o’er all human woe.

Guard me, my savior, ever I need thee, Through ev’ry moment, in this world so wide. Virgin-born, send me noble motives now. Aid cometh from thee, to my deepest heart.