Lord! when we bend before thy throne
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Lord! when we bend before thy throne,And our confessions pour,O, may we feel the sins we own,And hate what we deplore.
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Our contrite spirits pitying see;True penitence impart;And let a healing ray from theeBeam hope on every heart.
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When we disclose our wants in prayer,May we our wills resign;Nor let a thought our bosom shareWhich is not wholly thine.
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Let faith each meek petition fill,And waft it to the skies;And teach our hearts 't is goodness stillThat grants it or denies.