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[Balm of my wounded spirit, Lord]

Balm of my wounded spirit, Lord,
Thy promise I receive;
Forgive, according to Thy word,
For Thy own sake forgive:
Blot out, Thou Sun of Righteousness,
The' impenetrable cloud,
Jesus, my countless sins efface
With Thy atoning blood.