Thomas Tallis Follow

O Lord, in Thee is all my trust
Give ear into my woeful cries.
Refuse me not, that am injust,
but bowing down Thy heav'nly eyes,
be - hold how I do still lament
my sins where-in 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 disire
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

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.