THY 1 mercie, Lord, my faith perswades, | |
| Although my sinnes be red, | |
| How I shall be made free to thee | |
| By Christe’s blood that’s shed. | |
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| Of all my wandring wilfull dayes, | 5 |
| And recklesse rudeful toys, | |
| My faithfull hope is for to mount | |
| To thee in lasting ioyes. | |
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| And as I wickedly did sinne, | |
| I faithfully repent: | 10 |
| Such is thy mercie that I knowe | |
| My teares shall thee content. | |
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| Lo, heare my teares the witnesse is, | |
| My sinne doth grieue me sore: | |
| Esteeme, O Lord, my wofull plaintes; | 15 |
| I trust t’ offend no more. | |
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| In thee my onely hope remaines; | |
| On thee is all my stay; | |
| Geue eare vnto my wofull cries, | |
| When I shall passe away. | 20 |
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| Haue minde vpon thy mercy, Lord; | |
| Forget thy wrath and yre; | |
| Erect my spirite into thy blisse, | |
| I humbly thee desire. | |
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| Els all my teares and grieuous plaintes | 25 |
| Returne without rewarde; | |
| So shall I weare and wast in woe— | |
| My cries shall not be heard. | |
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| Seeme not therefore to turne thy face; | |
| Accept my wofull suite: | 30 |
| Quit me from Sathan’s nets and snares; | |
| His traps, good Lord, confute. | |
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| Vnto thy maiestie, O Lord, | |
| I dedicate my selfe: | |
| Yeeld I doe vp my soule to thee, | 35 |
| And leaue the world my wealth. | |
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| Accept, therefore, thou glorious God— | |
| Thus still on thee I crie; | |
| Reuenge not, Lord, but mercy haue, | |
| And neuer let me die. | 40 |
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| All glory be vnto thy name, | |
| And to thy onely Sonne; | |
| And to the Holy Ghost, with whom | |
| To vs thy kingdome come. | |
