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Forgive me Father! for to Thee I stand
Alike with those who have not known thy law;
Oh humble me beneath thy mighty hand,
That I from Christ may every lesson draw;
Thou knowst me needy, naked, blind and poor;
Oh help me to buy gold refined by Thee,
May I of Thee the marriage robe procure,
Anoint my eyes that I indeed may see;
May I before thy presence ever kneel,
A suppliant waiting on thy gracious love,
That every want before I ask can feel,
And from distress will hasten to remove;
And to my master's joy will me restore,
Where I no want can feel forevermore.
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