O God, who mak’st the tow’ring mountains melt,
Look not upon my westward-facing sin:
I pray thee to expunge the wrong I’ve dealt
And turn my soul toward the East again.
I have no sacrifice to offer thee:
Thy word and sacrament my heart accuse.
Accept my purple robe from Calvary;
Thy son no contrite heart he doth refuse.
Thy Church doth bid us fast this Holy Lent,
That grace in fullness in us may be wrought;
Awake in us thy calling, to repent,
To those far off and those who sin have not.
To thee, my eyes do turn with sickly view—
By fasting, prayer, and tears, I’ll see anew.
