Help, Lord, the souls that thou hast made,
The souls to thee so dear,
In prison for the debt unpaid,
Of sin committed here.

These holy souls, they suffer on,
Resign'd in heart and will,
Until thy high behest is done,
And justice has its fill.

For daily falls, for pardon'd crime,
The joy to undergo,
The shadow of thy Cross sublime
The remnant of thy woe.

Oh, by their patience of delay,
Their hope amid their pain,
Their sacred zeal to bum away
Disfigurement and stain.

Oh, by their fire of love, not less,
In keenness than the flame;
Oh, by their very helplessness,
Oh, by thy own great Name.

Good Jesu, help! Sweet Jesu, aid
The souls to thee most dear
In prison for the debt unpaid,
Of sins committed here.