William Tansur - O Lord, turne not away thy face - текст песни (слова)

The Lamentation
 
 O Lord turne not away thy face 
 From him that lyes prostrate:
 Lamenting sore his sinfull life
 Before thy mercy gate,
 
 Which gate thou openest wide to those,
 that doe lament their sinne:
 Shut not that gate against me Lord,
 But let me enter in.
 
 And call me not to mine account,
 How I have lived here:
 For then I know right well O Lord,
 How vile I shall appeare.
 
 I neeed not to confesse my life,
 I am sure thou canst tell:
 What I have been, and what I am,
 I know thou knowest it well.
 
 O Lord thou knowst what things be past
 And eke the things that be:
 Thou knowest also what is to come,
 Nothing is hid from thee.
 
 Before the heavens and earth wer made
 Thou knowest what things were then,
 As all things else that have beene since,
 Among the sonnes of men.
 
 And can the things that I have done
 Be hidden from thee then?
 Nay,nay thou knowest them all O Lord,
 Where they were done and when.
 
 Wherefore with teares I come to thee
 To beg and to intreat,
 Even as the childe that hath done ill,
 And feareth to be beat.
 
 So come I to thy mercy gate,
 Where mercy doth abound:
 Requiring mercy for my sinne,
 To heale my deadly wound.
 
 O Lord, I need not to repeat
 What I doe beg or crave:
 Thou knowest O Lord before I aske
 The thing that I would have.
 
 Mercy good Lord, mercy I aske,
 This is the totall summe:
 For mercy Lord is all my sute,
 Lord let thy mercy come.