Blessed are all your saints, my God and King,
who have travelled over the tempestuous sea of mortality,
and have at last made the desired port of peace and happiness.
Be gracious to us who are still in our dangerous voyage.
Remember and help us in our distress,
and remember those who are exposed
to the rough storms of troubles and temptations.
Strengthen our weakness,
that we may fight valiantly in this spiritual war.
Help us fight against our own negligence and cowardice,
and defend us from the treachery of our unfaithful hearts.
We are very frail,
and unable to carry out any virtuous and gallant undertaking.
Grant, O Lord, that we may bring our vessel safe to shore,
to our desired haven. Amen.
Source: Augustine of Hippo
Source of this version: Freely modified from Prayers of the Early Church, edited by J. Manning Potts, 1953