LYRIC

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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