O Lord, in thee is all my trust,
Give ear unto my woful cry:
Refuse me not that am unjust,
But cast on me thy heav'nly eye.
Behold how I do still lament
My sins wherein I do offend
Shall I for them have punishment,
Since thee to please I do intend ?
No, no, thy will is not so bent .
To deal with sinners in thine ire
But when in heart they do repent.
With speed thou grantest their desire.
To thee therefore still will I cry,
To wash away my sinful crime:
Thy blood, o Lord, is not yet dry,
But that it may help me in time.
Haste, then, O Lord, therefore I pray,
To pour on me thy gifts of grace
That when this life shall pass away,
In heav'n with thee I may have place.
Where thou dost reign eternally
With God, which once thee down did send
Where angels do incessantly
Sing praise to thee world without end.