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670.
[Saviour, Thou seest the fear]
Lord, is it I?
—xxvi. 22.
Saviour, Thou seest the fear
Which haunts me night and day,
My heart so weak, my sin so near,
Shall I not Thee betray?
Ah, do not let me live
To cause the dire offence,
Rather this instant now forgive,
And snatch me spotless hence.
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