Psalmesque

Ah Lord consider my unworthiness
Not as in justice it deserves to be,
But in thy mercy, making error less
Diminishing thy harshness gracefully.
Be not disgusted with what you will see
Within my spotted and corrupted soul,
But gracious to me, undeservedly,
Making what is torn seamless and whole.
I know I've fallen too short of the goal;
I beg for help, though I have failed my task.
Do not require from me my full toll,
For I am penniless. I can but ask
That where I've faltered, thou mayest be my guide,
Where fault has bound me, let it be untied.