Grant me life, compassionate Lord.
Hear me, merciful Lord.
Be charitable to me, forgiving Lord.
Save me, long-suffering Lord.
Protect me, defender Lord.
Be generous, all-giving Lord.
Free me, all powerful Lord.
Revive me, restoring Lord.
Raise me again, awe-inspiring Lord.
Enlighten me, Heavenly Lord.
Cure me, omnipotent Lord.
Grant pardon, inscrutable Lord.
Bestow gifts, bountiful Lord.
Adorn me with grace, generous Lord.
Let us be reconciled, healing Lord.
Be accepting, unvengeful Lord.
Wipe away my transgressions, blessed Lord…
so that on that Day of Misery, when I stare at the abyss on either side, I may also catch sight of your salvation, my hope and guardian, and on that terrifying journey your angel of peace may sweetly guide me. Endow me, Lord, on the day my breath is finished with a clean spirit raised in light among the joyful heavenly host, with gifts of your love overtaking me. May I arrive with the workers for justice. Grant to my wayward soul an unexpected kindness on that day of despair. Will you, I wonder:
Forget to be charitable, my expectation? Neglect to be compassionate, caring Lord? Regret your charity toward humankind, constant Lord? Retreat from your life-giving, everlasting Lord? Abandon the cheerful fruit of your mercy? Corrupt the gracious flower of your sweetness? Dishonor the grandeur of your generous bounty? Vary the glory of your white-haired exaltation? Waste the gifting splendor of your crown?
If bliss is for the merciful, then you, a kingdom unto yourself, filled with love; will you not grant me full salvation?