Be hidden from Thee then?
Nay, nay, Thou knowest them all, O Lord,
Where they were done and when.
Wherefore with tears I come to Thee,
To beg and to entreat,
Even as the child that hath done ill,
And feareth to be beat.
So come I to Thy mercy-gate,
Where mercy doth abound,
Requiring mercy for my sin,