The sorrowful Lamentation of a Penitent Sinner.
The Tune is, The Lamentation of a Sinner.
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O Lord my God I come to thee,
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in all my grief and pain,
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Now turn to me in my distress,
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and comfort me again.
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And enter not to judgement Lord,
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with sinful dust and clay,
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Nor with thy servant be not wrath,
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nor turn thy face away.
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And lay not Lord thy hand on Me,
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too heavy in thy fume;
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For I am weak, and in thy wrath,
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I quickly shall consume;
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I am afraid of thee O Lord,
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because thou didst me beat,
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But yet I know that Jesus Christ
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will for my soul intreat.
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I am a sinful wretch O Lord,
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for Mercy I do cry,
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Now help me Lord in My distress,
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and extream misery,
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For unto thee Lord do I cry,
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by night and eke by day,
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Now help me for thy Mercy sake,
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and that without delay.
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But do not beat me overmuch,
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my loving Father sweet,
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Lest that this frail and wicked flesh,
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should from sweet Jesus fleet.
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I come again unto thee Lord,
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I do thee now imbrace,
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And turn to me thy countenance,
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thy favour and thy face.
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And bring me home unto thy fold,
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for I am gone astray,
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And wandred in an unknown path,
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which brought me to decay.
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But now to thee my loving Lord,
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for Mercy I do cry,
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Now hear my plaint sweet Jesus Christ,
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and ease my Misery.
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And when it is thy gracious will,
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that I this sinful life shall leave:
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Sweet Jesus Christ into thy hands
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I do my soul bequeath.
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And here I do intreat thee Lord,
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from the bottom of My heart,
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That from my Faith in Jesus Christ
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I never do depart.
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But in the very pangs of death,
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to thee Lord may I cry,
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Receive my Soul into thy handz,
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for now to thee I flie.
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And be a Father loving Lord
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unto my children small,
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Which I shall leave here in this World,
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when thou dost for me call.
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Also I pray thee loving Lord,
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to give their Mother grace,
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To train my children in thy fear,
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that they may thee imbrace.
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And from thenticements of this world,
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the flesh and filthy fiend,
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Lord aid them with thy mighty hand,
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and guide them to the end.
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That at the last and dreadful day,
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thou maist receive us all;
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Under the cover of thy wings,
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we may be free from thrall.
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And once again my loving Lord,
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I do thee hearty pray:
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Even for thy Son Christ Jesus sake,
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to wash our sins away.
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