Ash Wednesday

My God, my God, have mercy on my sin, For it is great; and if I should begin To tell it all, the day would be too small To tell it in.

My God, Thou wilt have mercy on my sin For Thy Love’s sake: yea, if I should begin To tell This all, the day would be too small To tell it in.

Good Lord, to-day I scarce find breath to say: Scourge, but receive me. For stripes are hard to bear, but worse Thy intolerable curse; So do not leave me.

Good Lord, lean down In pity, tho’ Thou frown; Smite, but retrieve me: For so Thou hold me up to stand And kiss Thy smiting hand, It less will grieve me.