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O Lord Turn Not Thy Face From Me



O Lord, turn not Thy face from me,
Who lie in woeful state,
Lamenting all my sinful life
Before Thy mercy-gate.


A gate which opens wide to those
That do lament their sin;
Shut not that gate against me, Lord,
But let me enter in.


And call me not to strict account
How I have sojourned here;
For then my guilty conscience knows
How vile I shall appear.


So come I to Thy mercy gate,
Where mercy doth abound,
Requiring mercy for my sin
To heal my deadly wound.


Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask;
This is my humble prayer;
For mercy, Lord is all my suit,
O let Thy mercy spare.