1 Before thee, God, who knowest all,
with grief and shame I prostrate fall.
I see my sins against thee, Lord,
the sins of thought, of deed, and word.
They press me sore; I cry to thee:
O God, be merciful to me!

2 O Lord, my God, to thee I pray:
O cast me not in wrath away!
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
but let him draw to thee my heart,
that truly penitent I be:
O God, be merciful to me!

3 O Jesus, let thy precious blood
be to my soul a cleansing flood.
Turn not, O Lord, thy guest away,
but grant that justified I may
go to my house at peace with thee:
O God, be merciful to me!