The Humble Suit of a Sinner

Verse 1 O Lord on whom I do depend, behold my care-full heart:
And when thy will and pleasure is, release me of my smart.
Thou seest my sorrows what they are, my grief is known to thee:
And there is none that can remove, or take the same from me.

Verse 2 But only thou whose aid I crave whose mercy still is prest,
To ease all those that come to thee, for succor and for rest.
And since thou seest my restless eyes, my tears and grievous groan
Attend unto my suit O Lord, mark well my plaint and moan.

Verse 3 For sin hath so enclosed me, and compast me about:
That I am now remediless, if mercy help not out.
For mortal man cannot release, or mitigate this pain:
But e'en thy Christ, my Lord and God, who for my sins was slain.

Verse 4 Whose bloody wounds are yet to see, though not with mortal eye,
Yet do thy Saints behold them all, and so I trust shall I.
Though sin doth hinder me a while, when thou shalt see it good,
I shall enjoy the sight of him, and see his wounds and blood.

Verse 5 And as thine Angels and thy Saints do now behold the same,
So trust I to possess that place, with them to praise thy Name,
But whilst I live here in this vale, where sinners do frequent
Assist me ever with thy grace, my sins still to lament.

Verse 6 Lest that I tread the sinners trace, and give them my consent,
To dwell with them in wickedness, whereto nature is bent.
Only thy grace must be my stay, lest that I fall down flat
And being down, then of my self cannot recover that.

Verse 7 Wherefore this is yet once again my suit and my request
To grant me pardon for my sin, that I in thee may rest.
Then shall my heart and tongue also be instruments of praise:
And in thy Church and house of Saints sing Psalms to thee always.