Sing this as the Lamentation.

O Lord consider my distress,

and now with speed some pity take,

My sins deface, my faults redress,

good Lord for thy great mercy’s sake.

 

2 Wash me, O Lord, and make me clean,

from this unjust and sinful act,

and purify yet once again

my heinous crime and bloody fact.

 

3 Remorse and sorrow doth constrain,

me to acknowledge mine excess:

My sins alas do still remain,

 

4 Before my face without release,

For thee alone I have offended,

committing evil in thy sight,

And if I were therefore condemned,

yet were thy judgments just and right.

 

5 It is too manifest alas,

that first I was conceived in sin:

Yea of my mother so born was,

and yet vile wretch remain therein.

 

6 Also behold Lord thou dost love,

the inward truth of a pure heart:

Therefore thy wisdom from above,

thou hast revealed me to convert.

 

7 If thou with I sop purge this blot,

I shall be cleaner than the glass,

And if thou wash away my spot,

the snow in whiteness shall I pass.

 

8 Therefore O Lord, such joy , me send,

that inwardly I may find grace:

And that my strength may now amend,

which thou hast swaged for my trespass.

 

9 Turn back thy face and frowning ire,

for I have felt enough thy hand:

And purge my sins I thee desire

which do in number pass the sand.

 

10 Make new my heart within my breast,

and frame it to thy holy will:

Thy constant spirit in me let rest,

which may these raging enemies kill.

 

The second part.

 

11 Cast me not Lord out from thy face,

but speedily my torments end,

Take not from me thy spirit and grace,

which may from dangers me defend.

 

12 Restore me to those joys again,

which I was wont in thee to find:

And let me thy free spirit retain,

which unto thee may stir my mind.

 

13 Thus when I shall thy mercies know.

I shall instruct others therein:

And men that are likewise brought low,

by mine example shall fly sin.

 

14 O God that of my health art Lord,

forgive me this my bloody vice:

My heart and tongue shall then accord,

to sing thy mercies and justice.

 

15 Touch thou my lips, my tongue untie,

O Lord, which are the only key:

And then my mouth shall testify,

thy wondrous works and praise alway.

 

16 And as for outward sacrifice,

I would have offered many one:

But thou esteemest them of no price,

and therein pleasure takest none.

 

17 The heavy heart, the mind oppressed,

O Lord thou never dost reject:

And to speak truth it is the best

and of all sacrifice the effect.

 

18 Lord unto Zion turn thy face,

pour out thy mercy on thy hill,

And on Jerusalem thy grace,

build up the walls and love it still.

 

19 Thou shalt accept then our offerings,

of peace and righteousness I say:

Yea calves and many other things,

upon thine altar will we lay.

Have mercy on me God, after

thy great abundant grace:

After thy mercies multitude,

do thou my sins deface.

 

2 Yea, wash me more for mine offense,

and cleanse me from my sin,

For I do know my faults and still

my sins are in mine eye.

 

3 Against thee, thee alone I have

offended in this case:

And evil have I done before

the presence of thy face.

 

4 That in the things that thou dost say,

upright thou maist be tried:

And eke in judgment that the dome

may pass upon thy side.

 

5 Behold in wickedness my kind,

and shape I did receive:

And lo my sinful mother eke,

in sin did me conceive.

 

6 But lo the truth in inward parts,

is pleasant unto thee:

And secrets of thy wisdom thou,

revealed hast to me.

 

7 With Hope Lord besprinkle me,

I shall be cleansed so:

 

Yea, wash thou me, and so shall I,

be whiter than the snow.

 

8 Of joy and gladness make thou me,

to hear the pleasant voice:

That so the bruised bone, which thou

hast broken may rejoice.

 

9 From the beholding of my sins,

Lord turn away thy face.

And all my deeds of wickedness,

do utterly deface:

 

10 O God create in me a heart,

unspotted in thy sight:

And eke within my bowels Lord,

renew a stable spirit.

 

11 Ne cast me from thy sight, nor take

thy holy spirit away:

The comforts of thy saving help,

give me again I pray.

 

12 With thy free spirit establish me,

and I will teach therefore

Sinners thy ways, and wicked shall

be turned unto thy lore.

 

The second part.

 

13 O God that art my God of health,

from blood deliver me:

That praises of thy righteousness,

my tongue may sing to thee.

 

14 My lips that yet fast closed be,

do thou O Lord unloose:

The praises of thy majesty,

my mouth shall so disclose.

 

15 I would have offered sacrifice,

if that had pleased thee:

But pleased with burnt offerings

I know thou wilt not be:

 

16 A troubled spirit is sacrifice,

delightful in God’s eyes.

A broken and an humble heart,

God thou wilt not despise.

 

17 In thy good will deal gently Lord,

to Zion, and with all:

Grant that of thy Jerusalem,

upreared may be the wall.

 

18 Burnt offerings, gifts, and sacrifice,

of justice in that day:

Thou shalt accept, and Calves they shall

upon thine altar lay.