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| THEE, God, I come from, to thee go, | |
| All day long I like fountain flow | |
| From thy hand out, swayed about | |
| Mote-like in thy mighty glow. | |
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| What I know of thee I bless, | 5 |
| As acknowledging thy stress | |
| On my being and as seeing | |
| Something of thy holiness. | |
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| Once I turned from thee and hid, | |
| Bound on what thou hadst forbid; | 10 |
| Sow the wind I would; I sinned: | |
| I repent of what I did. | |
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| Bad I am, but yet thy child. | |
| Father, be thou reconciled. | |
| Spare thou me, since I see | 15 |
| With thy might that thou art mild. | |
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| I have life before me still | |
| And thy purpose to fulfil; | |
| Yea a debt to pay thee yet: | |
| Help me, sir, and so I will. | 20 |
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| But thou bidst, and just thou art, | |
| Me shew mercy from my heart | |
| Towards my brother, every other | |
Man my mate and counterpart.
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| See Notes. |
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