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[O heart, my heart, that burdened art and breaking]
“Out of the depths have I cried unto
thee, O Lord.”—Ps. cxxx. 1.
O heart, my heart, that burdened art and breaking
With sharp remorse
For faithlessness and failure, and forsaking
Of the right course!
Heart, O my heart,
In sorry plight thou art.
With sharp remorse
For faithlessness and failure, and forsaking
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Heart, O my heart,
In sorry plight thou art.
O heart, my heart, that hardly dares remember
Thy guilty past,
Or look into full many a secret chamber
Thou had'st locked fast!
Yet heart, my heart,
They were but closed in part.
Thy guilty past,
Or look into full many a secret chamber
Thou had'st locked fast!
Yet heart, my heart,
They were but closed in part.
O heart, my heart, thy sin might be forgotten,
But could not hide;
He knoweth what is sound, and what is rotten
With lust or pride.
Heart, O my heart,
Yet will it sting and smart.
But could not hide;
He knoweth what is sound, and what is rotten
With lust or pride.
Heart, O my heart,
Yet will it sting and smart.
O God, my God, wilt Thou forgive a sinner
Such deep offence,
So near his end, and yet but a beginner
In penitence?
God, O my God,
Send healing with Thy rod.
Such deep offence,
So near his end, and yet but a beginner
In penitence?
God, O my God,
Send healing with Thy rod.
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