Outstretched on this bed,
As if for the tomb,
To make my confession,
Lord, toward Thee I come!

For all deeds of the flesh,
Alas! ever fresh,
Ill thoughts of the mind
That my secret soul find;

For my eyes' lawless roving,
My ears' lawless hearing,
My lips' lawless moving,
My steps, sinward steering;

For everything spoken
Or acted untrue;
For promises broken
And broken anew;

For every one thing,
In thought and in deed,
In deed or in thought,
Against Thy will wrought,
Oh, Heavenly King,
For Thy pardon I plead!