I grieve for you, how I mourn for you, who are so very dear to me, but again I can rejoice within my heart, not for nothing have I labored, neither has my exile been in vain.

If I be worthy, I live for my God to teach the heathen, even though they may despise me.

May the strength of God pilot us, may the wisdom of God instruct us, may the hand of God protect us, may the word of God direct us. Be always ours this day and for evermore.

I am Patrick, a sinner, most uncultivated and least of all the faithful and despised in the eyes of many.

I grieve for you, how I mourn for you, who are so very dear to me, but again I can rejoice within my heart, not for nothing have I labored, neither has my exile been in vain.

I prayed in the woods and on the mountain, even before dawn. I felt no hurt from the snow or ice or rain.

I am certain in my heart that all that I am, I have received from God.