O Lord, turn not
Thy face from me,
Who lie in woeful
state,
Lamenting all my
sinful life
Before Thy
mercy-gate.
A
gate which opens
wide to those
That do lament
their sin;
Shut not that gate
against me, Lord,
But let me enter
in.
And call me not
to strict account
How I have
sojourned here;
For then my guilty
conscience knows
How vile I shall
appear.
So come I to Thy
mercy gate,
Where mercy doth
abound,
Requiring mercy for
my sin
To heal my deadly
wound.
Mercy, good
Lord, mercy I ask;
This is my humble
prayer;
For mercy, Lord is
all my suit,
O let Thy mercy
spare.
