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PRAYER.
Great God! hear thou my prayer!
Thy righteous wrath forbear,
My pride is bow'd beneath thy chastening rod;
Behold with pitying eye,
My ceaseless agony—
Though great my sin, forsake me not, oh God!
Thy righteous wrath forbear,
My pride is bow'd beneath thy chastening rod;
Behold with pitying eye,
My ceaseless agony—
Though great my sin, forsake me not, oh God!
Oh, let thy grace impart
Strength to a contrite heart,
Bleeding and faint, it sinks beneath its load;
Trembling, and sore dismay'd
I call on thee for aid.—
Incline thine ear unto my prayer, oh God!
Strength to a contrite heart,
Bleeding and faint, it sinks beneath its load;
Trembling, and sore dismay'd
I call on thee for aid.—
Incline thine ear unto my prayer, oh God!
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Let not thine anger burn
Till dust to dust return,
Look down in mercy from thy dread abode!
Dispel the clouds that roll
Like billows o'er my soul,—
Scatter the darkness with thy light, oh God!
Till dust to dust return,
Look down in mercy from thy dread abode!
Dispel the clouds that roll
Like billows o'er my soul,—
Scatter the darkness with thy light, oh God!
Teach me no more to stray
From thine appointed way,
Fain would I journey in the narrow road,
But snares beset me round,
And deadly fears abound,
Then hear me, aid me, strengthen me, oh God!
From thine appointed way,
Fain would I journey in the narrow road,
But snares beset me round,
And deadly fears abound,
Then hear me, aid me, strengthen me, oh God!
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