Thou mightest then have turned wrath
To mercy then, and mercy great,
But now the Lord is very loth,
And all thy cries not worth a jot.
Ah! Peter, then, what shall I do?
He will not hear me as I hear,
Shall I despair of mercy too?
No, no, I’ll trust in mercy dear;
And if I perish, here I’ll stay
And never go from heaven bright