Let me drink to my fill
From the hands of Christ.
Who knows if it’s my last cup?
Let me drink without fright.
From the time present
Much grieves I have got.
Let me weep bitterly
So that all my worry be lost.
Let me sleep with eyes open
Lest I’m cheated further by dreams.
Let my soul fill with knowledge divine
Again I’ll fight with the atheists.
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