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1714.
[An impotent desire I feel]
Wilt thou be made whole?
—v. 6.
An impotent desire I feel
At times to be made whole,
But vain the help of man to heal
My long distemper'd soul:
The Angel-God must from the skies
Come down to cure my pain:
Come, Saviour, now, and bid me rise,
And never sin again.
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