My God! look on me withe'eye

My God! look on me with thine eye

Of pittie, not of scrutinie;

For if thou dost, thou then shalt see

Nothing but loathsome sores in mee.

O then! for mercies' sake, behold

These my irruptions manifold;

And heale me with thy looke or touch:

But if thou wilt not deigne so much

Because I'm odious in thy sight,

Speake but the word, and cure me quite.