Classic Poem

My God, I own that I have sinned,
And grievous wrong have done;
My mind is fickle as the wind,
And changeful as the moon.
My God, I do sincerely grieve
For sins, and sins alone;
And penance greatefully receive,
If thus I might atone

And now, my God, I offer Thee
My purpose to amend
With grace of Thine to strengthen me,
I say that I intend:
To serve my God with might and main,
And never to offend;
To keep my heart without a stain
And Thee my life-long Friend.