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[My sins as mountains rise]

Oh that the mountains might flow down, &c. —lxiv. 1.

My sins as mountains rise,
Till Thou the heavens rend,
And lo! I lift my longing eyes
To see my Lord descend:
Before Thy glorious face
The mountains shall remove:
Then, Saviour, all my life is praise,
And all my heart is love.