Lancelot Andrewes · 44 of 61

Confession

I have withstood Thee, Lord, but I return to Thee; for I have fallen by mine iniquity. But I take with me words, and I return unto Thee and say, take away all iniquity and receive us graciously, so will we render the calves of our lips. Spare us, Lord, spare, and give not Thine heritage to reproach, to Thine enemies.

Lord, Lord, be propitious, cease, I beseech Thee, by whom shall Jacob arise? for he is small. Repent, O Lord, for this, and this shall not be.

While observing lying vanities I forsook my own mercy, and am cast out of Thy sight. When my soul fainted within me, I remembered the Lord; yet will I look again toward Thy Holy Temple; Thou hast brought up my life from corruption.

Who is a God like unto Thee, that pardoneth iniquity to the remnant of His heritage? He retaineth not His anger forever, because He delighteth in mercy. Turn again and have compassion upon us, O Lord, subdue our iniquities, and cast all our sins into the depths of the sea, according to Thy truth, and according to Thy mercy.

O Lord, I have heard Thy speech and was afraid, in wrath remember mercy. Behold me, Lord, clothed in filthy garments; behold Satan standing at my right hand; yet, O Lord, by the blood of Thy covenant, by the fountain opened for sin and for uncleanness, Take away my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. Save me as a brand plucked out of the fire. Father, forgive me, for I knew not, truly I knew not, what I did in sinning against Thee. Lord, remember me when Thou comest in Thy kingdom. Lord, lay not mine enemies’ sins to their charge, Lord, lay not my own to mine. By Thy sweat bloody and clotted, Thy soul in agony, Thy head crowned with thorns, bruised with staves, Thine eyes swimming with tears, Thine ears full of insults, Thy mouth moistened with vinegar and gall, Thy face dishonourably stained with spitting, Thy neck weighed down with the burden Thy back ploughed with the wheals and gashes of the scourge, Thy hands and feet stabbed through, Thy strong cry, Eli, Eli, Thy heart pierced with the spear, the water and blood thence flowing, Thy body broken, Thy blood poured out, Lord, forgive the offence of Thy servant, and cover all his sins. Turn away all Thy displeasure, and turn Thyself from Thy wrathful indignation. Turn me then, O God our Saviour, and let Thine anger cease from us. Wilt Thou be displeased at us for ever, and stretch out Thy wrath from one generation to another? Wilt Thou not turn again and quicken us, that Thy people may rejoice in Thee? Shew us Thy mercy, O Lord, and grant us Thy salvation