"Pour on me Thy gifts of grace"

Oh Lord in Thee is all my trust. Give ear unto my woeful cries. Refuse me not, that am unjust, But bowing down Thy heav'nly eyes, Behold how I do still lament My sins wherein I do offend. O Lord, for them shall I be shent, Sith Thee to please I do intend?	Haste Thee, O Lord, haste Thee, I say, To pour on me Thy gifts of grace That when this life must flit away In Heav'n with Thee I may have place Where Thou dost reign eternally With God which once did down Thee send, Where angels sing continually. To Thee be praise, world without end. Amen.
No, no, not so! Thy will is bent To deal with sinners in Thine ire: But when in heart they shall repent Thou grant'st with speed their just desire. To Thee therefore still shall I cry, To wash away my sinful crime. Thy blood, O Lord, is not yet dry, But that it may help me in time.

Thomas Tallis "Oh Lord In Thee Is All My Trust," 1565