I
O Judge of all, when sinful men
To Thy dire judgment seat are brought,—
Tell not the error of my life,
O tell it not.

II
When bowed with grief my tears are shed,
Because my life with sin is fraught,
To angel hosts tell not my sin,
O tell it not.

III
O hide the secrets of my soul,
And give the pardon I have sought,
And to the myriads round Thy throne,
O tell them not.

IV
O merciful and just Thou art;
In pity view my woeful lot,
And shame me not because of sin,—
O tell it not.