Prostrate O Lord I lie

Lyrics
Prostrate O Lord, I lie Beehold mee Lord, with pittie Stop not thine eares against my cry My sad and mourning dittie Breath'd from an inward soule From hart hart'ly contrite An offering sweet, a sacrifice In thy high heavenly sight Observe not sinnes O Lord For who may then abide it But let thy mercie cancell them Thou hast not man deni'd it Man melting with remorse and thoughts Thought past repenting O lighten Lord, O heare our songs Our sinnes full sore lamenting The wonders of thy works Above all reason reacheth And yеt thy mercie above all This, us thy spirit tеacheth Then let no sinner fall In depth of foul despair Since never soul so foul there was But mercie made it faire
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Credits
- Writers
- William Byrd