Kyrie Eleison
Woe is me
I am a wretch
I sin in threes
Spoiled fruit lay scattered around my tree
My blossom is deceitful
My soil is quicksand
I am shy of repentance
“Of thy great mercy, O Lord, grant me this grace. May the merits of Thy son obtain for me that which I ask of Thee. My God, be mindful of Thy promises, and hear my prayer.”