Johann Major, 1613; German text
Alas, my God, my sins are great,|
My conscience doth upbraid me;
And now I find that in my strait
No man hath power to aid me.
2. And fled I hence in my despair
3. Lord, Thee I seek, I merit naught;
4. If pain and woe must follow sin,|
Then be my path still rougher.
Here spare me not; if heaven I win,
On earth I gladly suffer.
5. But curb my heart, forgive my guilt,
6. Then deal with me as seems Thee best
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