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!