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With all my soul, I've for thy favour pray'd,
O Let thy truth & mercy send me aid,
Too long alas have I a wand'rer been,
And troad the fatall crooked paths of sin
Till wiser thoughts, my error made me see,
Reducing my misguided steps to thee,
Nor longer my repentance I delay'd,
But thy just laws imediately obey'd,
Tho' stript of all by cruell hostile bands,
Scarce safe my person, from their impious hands,
They can't destroy allthough they mayaffraight,)
Thy word alike my succour and delight,            )
On that thro' the brown horrours of the night.   )
In sacred solitude devinely bless'd,
I've thought secure, nor wish'd for sleep nor rest,
Who thy bless'd word obeys with pious fear,
Alone my friend, alone is truly dear,
Thy goodnesse thou, on all the earth dost shower,
It knows no narrower limits than thy power,
Let not my fleece be dry: let me be blest,
In knowing thee, th'unenvied world take all ye rest.
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65 Too poor alas my thanks, too mean & low)

    For all thy bounty does on me bestow      )
    For all to thy unfailing truth I owe              )
    Thy righteous laws with upright heart t'obey
    I have found to true content the only way
    Thy further help and bounteous favour show
    Teach me with care to practice what I know

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With all my soul, I've for thy favour pray'd, O Let thy truth & mercy send me aid, Too long alas have I a wand'rer been, And troad the fatall crooked paths of sin Till wiser thoughts, my error made me see, Reducing my misguided steps to thee, Nor longer my repentance I delay'd, But thy just laws imediately obey'd, Tho' stript of all by cruell hostile bands, Scarce safe my person, from their impious hands, They can't destroy allthough they mayaffraight,) Thy word alike my succour and delight, ) On that thro' the brown horrours of the night. ) In sacred solitude devinely bless'd, I've thought secure, nor wish'd for sleep nor rest, Who thy bless'd word obeys with pious fear, Alone my friend, alone is truly dear, Thy goodnesse thou, on all the earth dost shower, It knows no narrower limits than thy power, Let not my fleece be dry: let me be blest, In knowing thee, th'unenvied world take all ye rest. 9 65 Too poor alas my thanks, too mean & low) For all thy bounty does on me bestow ) For all to thy unfailing truth I owe ) Thy righteous laws with upright heart t'obey I have found to true content the only way Thy further help and bounteous favour show Teach me with care to practice what I know