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O Lord, how wilt thou deal with me?
I am perverse, and filthy, my form is foul: I live with evil desires.
All my days I pass in craving after riches for my family and my kinsmen.
And all the night through I am sunk in sleep, like a beast that has no understanding.
I learned Thy Name as Eternal, good and Holy, the treasury of mercy.
When Sur Das the sinner heard the promise, then he found comfort to his soul.
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