O Lord, Turn Not Thy Face from Me

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.