A kyrielle
A Lenten Hymn : Thomas Campion
With broken heart and contrite sigh, A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry: Thy pard’ning grace is rich and free: O God, be merciful to me. I smite upon my troubled breast, With deep and conscious guilt oppress, Christ and His cross my only plea: O God, be merciful to me. Far off I stand with tearful eyes, Nor dare uplift them to the skies; But Thou dost all my anguish see: O God, be merciful to me. Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, Can for a single sin atone; To Calvary alone I flee: O God, be merciful to me. And when, redeemed from sin and hell, With all the ransomed throng I dwell, My raptured song shall ever be, God has been merciful to me.