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,