Have mercy on me, God, in your kindness.
In your compassion blot out my offence.
O wash me more and more from my guilt
And cleanse me from my sin.
Most beloved Father, I kneel before you.
My heart is heavy.
I come before you, naked and alone.
I carry with me only my sorrow.
My offences truly I know them;
My sin is always before me.
Against you, you alone, have I sinned;
What is evil in your sight I have done.
I turned away from you, my Lord,
My feet again and again trod the lost reach of my failures.
It is a path of stone.
Crushing and crushed, I find no way back.
That you may be justified when you give sentence
And be without reproach when you judge
O see, in guilt I was born,
A sinner was I conceived.
Separation from you is my punishment.
I have no breath left in me.
My flesh abandons its own corpse.
My soul coils in anguish.
Indeed you love truth in the heart;
Then in the secret of my heart teach me wisdom.
O purify me, then I shall be clean;
O wash me, I shall be whiter than snow.
Hardness constricts my heart.
The gentle light of your love eludes me.
Agony burrows deep within
And seeks no dissolution.
Make me hear rejoicing and gladness,
That the bones you have crushed may thrill.
From my sins turn away your face
And blot out all my guilt.
The beauty of your song no longer sustains me;
Strength leaves me.
Lift me up
And consecrate me with your compassion.
A pure heart create for me, O God,
Put a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me away from your presence,
Nor deprive me of your holy spirit.
My tears seek release,
My sorrow, flight.
Homelessness prowls for comfort,
And mourning exhales its grief.
Give me again the joy of your help;
With a spirit of fervor sustain me,
That I may teach transgressors your ways
And sinners may return to you.
Secure my hand in your own.
Restore me to your sight.
In turning, I am found,
And the door is unsealed.
O rescue me, God, my helper,
And my tongue shall ring out your goodness.
O Lord, open my lips
And my mouth shall declare your praise.
In silence my voice rises to greet you,
Its harmony restored confesses your splendor,
And opens the yawn of my reverence.
The sun pierces the blindness.
For in sacrifice you take no delight,
Burnt offering from me you would refuse,
My sacrifice, a contrite spirit.
A humbled, contrite heart you will not spurn.
Bind my heart, Beloved, and clasp it to you,
That my soul can once again find rest
In the sweet shroud of your shadow,
Knowing that there is only you.
In your goodness, show favor to Zion:
Rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Then you will be pleased with lawful sacrifice,
(burnt offerings wholly consumed),
Then you will be offered young bulls on your altar.
I offer you the black sword that is my soul.
In your strength and gentleness
It can find its true sheathing:
A holy communion.