O Comforter, the Holy Ghost,
Now, as of old, come down,
And with the power of Pentecost
Our drooping spirits crown.
ἐξαγορευσω κατ’ ἐμοῦ τὴν ἀνομίαν μου τῷ κυρίῳ
I
My sin was very great,
Its burden bore me down,
I dared not lift my eyes to God,
So much I feared his frown.