Where rightcousness does say,
Lord, for my sinful part
In wrath thou should'st me pay
Vengeance for my desert;
I can it not deny,
But needs I must confess
How that continually
Thy laws I do transgress,
Thy laws I do transgress.
Thy scripture plain tell'th me,
The righteous man offendeth;
Seven times a day to thee,
Whereon thy wrath dependeth,
So that the righteous man,
Does walk in no such path,
But he fall'th now or then,
In danger of thy wrath,
In danger of thy wrath.
But truly to that post,
Whereto I cleave and shall;
Which is thy mercy most;
Lord, let thy mercy fall.
And mitigate thy mood,
Or else we perish all;
The price of this thy blood,
Wherein mercy I call,
Wherein mercy I call.
That being mortified,
This sin of mine in me;
I may be sanctified,
By grace of thine in thee.
So that I never fall,
Into such mortal sin;
That my foes infernal,
Rejoice my death therein,
Rejoice my death therein.