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[LXXX. My soul is open to thy eye]
My soul is open to thy eye,
Thou seest me simply as I am;
No sin can hide, or shuffle by
Thy piercing vision clear and calm.
Thou seest me simply as I am;
No sin can hide, or shuffle by
Thy piercing vision clear and calm.
I know 'tis hard for mortal clay
To bear, unawed, a light divine;
Nor dare I confidently lay
Before thee this frail heart of mine.
To bear, unawed, a light divine;
Nor dare I confidently lay
Before thee this frail heart of mine.
The vileness I, myself, perceive,
Must magnify beneath the view
That sees hell's total broadness cleave
A gap between the false and true.
Must magnify beneath the view
That sees hell's total broadness cleave
A gap between the false and true.
In trembling I pursue my ways;
But surely I may trust that He,
Who so enlarged thy mortal gaze,
Enlarged thy mortal charity.
But surely I may trust that He,
Who so enlarged thy mortal gaze,
Enlarged thy mortal charity.
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