O that mine eyes might closed be To what concerns me not to see; That deafness might possess mine ear From what concerns me not to hear; That truth my tongue might closely tie From ever speaking foolishly; That no vain thought might ever rest Or be conceived in my breast! Wash, Lord, and purify my heart, And make it clean in every part; And when 'tis clean, Lord, keep it too; For that is more than I can do.