Sunday Sonnet.

Anne Locke continues her paraphrase, remaining in the first verse of Psalm 51. She cannot count her faults or number the deeds she has done in error. But she trusts that the mercy of God is greater.

According to your abundant mercy
    blot out my transgressions.

Psalm 51:1b, ESV
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 My many sinnes in nomber are encreast,
With weight wherof in sea of depe despeire
My sinking soule is now so sore opprest,
That now in peril and in present fere,
I crye: susteine me, Lord, and Lord I pray,
With endlesse nomber of thy mercies take
The endlesse nomber of my sinnes away.
So by thy mercie, for thy mercies sake,
Rue on me, Lord, releue me with thy grace.
My sinne is cause that I so nede to haue
Thy mercies ayde in my so woefull case:
My synne is cause that scarce I dare to craue
Thy mercie manyfolde, which onely may
Releue my soule, and take my sinnes away

Anne Locke. Meditations of a Penitent Sinner