Act of Contrition

My God, because Thou art so good,
And always hatest sin,
Would that I loved Thee as I should,
And ever true had been.

I grieve that I have greatly erred,
And gone my wilful way,
Even as one who, having heard,
Refuses to obey.

But now, my God, with all my soul
And heart and mind and strength,
I love my Saviour best of all,
In breadth and depth and length

If Thou wilt be my gracious Friend,
For all the world can give
No more will I my God offend
The longest day I live.
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