O LORD, woe LORD, O LORD.... Make thick my blood that I won't feel the exaltation of Thy will. Blind my eyes that I can't see Thy [bad word] down through me. Make still my heart that I might lie and see not those You chose to die. Smother these embers of a soul grown cold and blot my name out from Thy tome. Then bind my soul that it will stay and with this body soon decay. LORD let me die, LORD let me rot, LORD give me not another thought.