I

O Judge of all, when sinful men

To Thy dire judgment seat are brought,—

Tell not the error of my life,

O tell it not.

II

When bowed with grief my tears are shed,

Because my life with sin is fraught,

To angel hosts tell not my sin,

O tell it not.

III

O hide the secrets of my soul,

And give the pardon I have sought,

And to the myriads round Thy throne,

O tell them not.

IV

O merciful and just Thou art;

In pity view my woeful lot,

And shame me not because of sin,—

O tell it not.