meriteth damnation,
but no offense equals Thy compassion.
Spare me therefore;
because it is not unbefitting Thy justice,
nor unwonted to Thy mercy,
nor difficult to Thy power,
to spare the penitent.
Blot out the number of my crimes,
Blot out the number of my crimes,
renew the multitude of Thy compassions.
More canst Thou remit, than I commit;
more canst Thou spare, than I offend.
However unclean, Thou canst cleanse me;
however blind, enlighten me;
however blind, enlighten me;
however weak, restore me;
yea, though dead, raise me.
Of what kind soever I am, be it good or bad,
I am ever Thine.
- from the private devotions of Lancelot Andrewes, an Elizabethan-era British clergyman and scholar, and one of the translators of the KJV Bible