Let mercy sway thy high majesty. Here mischiefs may amend by thy great might. On man that thou move to have pity. Patriarchs and prophets have made supplication, Our office is to present their prayers to thee. For the wretchedness of the needy And the poor's lamentation, Now shall I rise that am almighty.
Time is come of reconciliation.
They cry that grace to man might exhort. The offence of man hath grieved thee sore. Thy truth, Lord, shall last without end, I may in no wise from thee go. That wretch that was to thee so unkind, He may not have too much woe. And on man that is mischieved have compassion.