Lift me Lord
Lift me Lord , for I fall and nothing stays me loveless and heedless, without faith or fear . I long to rise but lie unmoving here : The very self that wishes disobeys me . Though one , my self divides and then betrays me : at once both dead , alive ; sad full of cheer ; not able - though I can - to persevere , I flee that sin that tangles and delays me . So obstinate am I , so steeled in will , that fear of being lost and fear to lose you have never yet dissuaded me from ill. Work then , your power and mercy , so I choose you, since I know some who mend each day - and still find in myself but fresh desire to bruise you . Fray Miguel de Guevara. 1585 - 1646 . Translated from the Spanish