Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies
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Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies!Turn from my sin thy searching eyes;Nor let the offenses of my handWithin thy book recorded stand.
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Give me a will to thine subdued,A conscience pure, a soul renewed;Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom,An outcast from thy presence roam.
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O, let thy Spirit to my heartOnce more his quickening aid impart;My mind from every fear release,And soothe my troubled thoughts to peace.