Before Thee, God, Who Knowest All

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!