1 Let me not yet, O King, enter into the house of clay: have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.

2 When, Thunderer! I move along tremulous like a wind-blown skin,

Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.

3 O Bright and Powerful God, through want of strength I erred and went astray:

Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.

4 Thirst found Thy worshipper though he stood in the midst of water-floods:

Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.

5 O God, whatever the offence may be which we as men commit against the heavenly host,

When through our want of thought we violate Thy laws, punish us not, O God, for that iniquity.