Before Thee, God, Who Knowest All

Before Thee, God, who knowest all,

With grief and shame I prostrate fall,

I see my sins against Thee, Lord,

The sins of thought, of deed, and word.

They press me sore; I cry to Thee:

O God, be merciful to me!

O Lord, my God, to Thee I pray:

O cast me not in wrath away!

Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart,

But let Him draw to Thee my heart

That truly penitent I be:

O God, be merciful to me!

O Jesus, let Thy precious blood

Be to my soul a cleansing flood.

Turn not, O Lord, Thy guest away,

But grant that justified I may

Go to my house at peace with Thee:

O God, be merciful to me!