O Maker of the world, give ear; In pitying love vouchsafe to hear The prayers our contrite spirits raise In this our fast of forty days. All hearts are open unto thee; Thou knowest each infirmity; Now, as we turn to seek thy face, Pour down on us thy pardoning grace. Help us to grow in self-control, To make the body serve the soul: So may thy loving-kindness bless Our fast with fruits of holiness.