- O Lord in thee is all my trust,
- give ear unto my woeful cry:
- Refuse me not that am unjust,
- but bowing down thine heavenly eye,
- Behold how I do still lament
- my sins wherein I do offend:
- O Lord for them shall I be shent,
- sith thee to please I do intend.
- No, no, not so, thy will is bent,
- to deal with sinners in thine ire:
- But when in heart they shall repent,
- Thou grant’st with speed their just desire,
- To thee therefore still shall I cry,
- to wash away my sinful crime:
- Thy blood O Lord is not yet dry,
- but that it may help me in time.
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- Haste thee O Lord, haste thee I say,
- to pour on me the gifts of grace:
- That when this life shall flit away,
- in heaven with thee I may have place.
- Where thou dost reign eternally,
- with God which once did down thee send
- Where Angels sing continually,
- to thee be praise world without end.
