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 sojourn’d here,
For then my guilty conscience knows
How vile I shall appear.

Mercy, Good Lord, mercy I ask;
This is my humble pray'r
For mercy, Lord, is all my suit,
O let Thy mercy spare.