Based on a prayer by Thomas a Kempis

What a day brings forth, who can tell?
So let me live as it were my last,
Indeed, might toll the grieving bell
Before this sun is gone and past.

Cause me now to live this day,
As I shall wish at the end I’d done;
When comes my time to steal away,
Let my regrets be few — or none!

O grant, my God, that I not die
With pangs of guilt upon my soul,
With sin for which the eyes are dry,
With a will unsurrendered to your control.

May I in Christ the Lord be found,
My only Savior, my Rock, my Shield,
To him, on earth and in heaven, be bound,
And rise with the saints when he’s revealed.

JRMatheny