1 If that a sinners sighes bee Angels food
or that repentaunt teares bee Angels wine
accept O Lord in this most pensive moode
these hartie sighes and faithfull teares of mine
That went with Peter forth most sinfullie
but not with Peter wept most bitterlie.

2 If I had Davids Crowne to mee betide
or all his purple robes that hee did weare
I would lay then such honor all aside
and onely seeke a sackcloth weede to beare
his Pallace would I leave that I might show
and mourne in cell for such offence my woe.

3 Ther should these hands beat on my pensive brest
and sad to death for sorrow rend my haire
my voice to call on thee should never rest
whose grace I seeke whose judgement I doe feare
upon the ground all groveling on my face
I would beseech thy favour and good grace.