Help me, O Lord, for I am cold
My insides are frozen
My joints creak with pain
My candle is snuffed out
Wall of frost have encircled my heart
My blood thickens at it cools
The poison of death is upon me
The messenger of the Enemy has cursed me
In all my muscled I am weak
I have no strength
My heart pumps slush through my veins
I am in agony and no cure can be found,
Except the Lord
Why take medicine in vain
when God has brought this upon me?
The Lord has chastens the son He loves
He has humbled me greatly
Better to lie on my death bed in humility,
Than preach on a thousands streets in arrogance
The Lord has made me depend on Him alone
My God, remove my iniquity at once
Take my sins far from me
Then I will rejoice on my sick bed
My joy will overpower my infirmities
For in You alone I trust
O Strong and Mighty God
You defend the weak and poor in spirit
And bring healing to the ill