Guilty now I pour my moaning,

All my shame with anguish owning;

Spare, o God, Thy suppliant groaning.

Through the sinful woman shriven,

Through the dying thief forgiven,

thou to me a hope hast given.

Worthless are my prayers and sighing,

Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,

Rescue me from fires undying.

With Thy favoured sheep o place me,

Not among the goats abase me,

But to Thy right hand upraise me.