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.
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