If not a slave of this world, I am a slave of God br Wearied in chains, my soul oppressed br I walk with leaden feet br To a feat I trod br br My solace warms, in a soul dressed br by the virgin's blood and br Magdalene's tears. br With their succor br I quench my fears br Its love impressed, br My soul never leers br br Still the chains don't chain my will, br a will sick with desire. br Outwitting my simple soul br My will tempts the mire br To swamp not just the earth, br but slime God's soul as well br So in misery my soul can dwell br And in hell burn in fire. br br Mystified in God's quay…. br In my plumbeous chains, saturnine my soul turns br Wearied by the trod. br Treading lead, the color gray br Like an angel I fly away.