At Saint Patricks Purgatory by Samuel Barber Lyrics

Pity me on my pilgrimage to Loch Derg!
O King of the churches and the bells
Bewailing your sores and your wounds
But not a tear can I squeeze from my eyes!
Nor moisten an eye after so much sin!
Pity me, O King!
What shall I do with a heart that seeks only its own ease?
O only begotten Son by whom all men were made
Who shunned not the death by three wounds
Pity me on my pilgrimage to Loch Derg
And I with a heart not softer than stone!