Sweet Lord, grant by my tears, the sins of years,
I may now wash out, O sweet Lord.
Thy mercies still, with healing shower,
O Lord, on me, pour.
Nevermore will I from thee wander,
never more holy graces squander, sweet Lord.
I’ve strayed from thee, pity on me,
Jesus, set me free.
Sweet Lord, oft on thy child, thy grace has smiled,
to win his poor love, O sweet Lord.
From early youth, in sinful ways
I have spent my days.