Le Gala

My many sinnes in nomber are encreast, With weight wherof in sea of depe despeire My sinking soule is now so sore opprest, That now in peril and in present fere, I crye: susteine me, Lord, and Lord I pray, With endlesse nomber of thy mercies take The endlesse nomber of my sinnes away. So by thy mercie, for thy mercies sake, Rue on me, Lord, releue me with thy grace. My sinne is cause that I so nede to haue Thy mercies ayde in my so woefull case: My synne is cause that scarce I dare to craue Thy mercie manyfolde, which onely may Releue my soule, and take my sinnes away.