Where sin sore wounding

Where Sinne sore wounding, daily doth oppresse me
There Grace abounding freely doth redresse mee:
So that resounding still I shall confesse thee
Father of mercy

Though Sinne offending daily doth torment mee
Yet Grace amending, since I doe repent mee
At my lives ending will I hope present mee
Cleare to thy mercy

The wound Sinne gave me was of Death assured
Did not Grace save mee, whereby it is cured:
So thou wilt have mee to thy love inured
Free without merit

Sinnes stripe is healed, and his sting abated
Deaths mouth is sealed, and the Grave amated
Thy Love revealed, and thy Grace related
Gives me this spirit