Jesus Christ, my Lord, to Thee
A guilty wretch I yield me:
Broken I have thy commandments
Against mine owne conscience.
But though I have offended ever,
Lord, I have forsook Thee never;
And therefore, Lord, I Thee beseech,
Sad in cheer and mild in speech:
“Give thou me no meed
After my sinful deed”.
But after it, Lord in great pity,
Jesus, Lord, cleanse Thou me
And send me often ere I die
Sorrow in heart and tear in eye,
That at mine ending day
Clean of sin die I may,
With Shrift and Housel at mine end
My soul to Thee may happy wend
Into that blissful broad empire
Where Thou reignest Lord and Sire.