I am surrounded by troubles
While I seek my destination
Wits are gone; what should I do?
Gloom is there where I can see
I’m worn out by constant moving
Now I stagger
The ship is left, I fear drowning
O Lord! Save me
Be there in my writing as a power
Forgive all my faults I pray
And send some lights on my way
I seek thy blessing for the world.
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