Like thousand years is one day for you, my Lord Please, now for me, let one day be like a week During mis singular day, for seven critical days Allow me to weigh and judge myself So you would not have to First day is the day when you come to me No matter the way, you always put me in crisis Second is the light and witness of my conscience In which I have both sorrowful guilt in my soul As well as glee of your sun that rose Third one is the day when I prepare to receive Your Son through sacrament he has decreed And as I become participant of bread and wine Your Son's flesh and blood also become mine On fourth day my house shall be parted As from this world I must depart This is the day or Lent, eve of a quantum feast Fifth one is the day of resurrection I shall be awaken, my body and soul reunited Then joined to the body of Christ Sixth one, the day of crisis and judgment When my sentence shall be passed My seventh day, my abiding sabbath In your rest and glory I shall live With no need for counting more days "Surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age" "Never send out to ask for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for you"