O Lord, in thee is all my trust. Give ear unto my woeful cries. Refuse me not, that am unjust, but bowing down thy heav’nly eyes, behold how I do still lament my sins wherein I thee 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. Haste now, O Lord, haste now, I say, to pour on me the gifts of grace that when this life must flit away in heav’n 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. Amen.