The humble sute of a sinner lyrics

O Lord of whom I do depend,

Be hold my care full heart

And when thy will and pleasure is

Release me of my smart.

Thou seest my sorrows what they are,

My grief is known to thee,

And there is none that can remove

Or take the same from me.

For sin hath so enclosed me,

And compassed me about;

That I am now remedyless,

If mercy help not out.

For mortal man cannot release,

Or mitigate his pain;

But even Christ, my Lord and God,

Which for my sins was slain.

And as thy angels and thy saints,

Do not behold the same;

So trust I to possess the place,

With them to praise thy name.

But whilst I live here in this vale,

Where sinners do frequent;

Assist me ever with thy grace,

My sins still to lament,

Wherefore this is yet once again,

My suit and my request;

To grant me pardon for my sin,

That I in thee may rest.

Then shall my heart, my tongue and voice,

Be instruments of praise;

And thy Church and House of Saints

Sing psalms to thee always.

• Artist:John Dowland