Now to thy priest thyself confess,
And all thy sins recall to mind,
Seek not His court with guilt-stained dress,
For in that state none entrance find.
None of thy many sins conceal,
Though sore it be their ill to tell:
Thy secret thoughts and deeds reveal,
Lest thou incur His wrath in hell.
And with the clergy make thy peace,
Unworthy, helpless though thou be;