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L. M.

Blot out my transgressions.
Psalm 51.


O Thou that hearest when sinners cry,

Though all my sins before thee lie,

Behold me not with angry look,

But blot their memory from thy book.

2 Create my nature pure within,

And form my soul averse to sin;

Let thy good Spirit ne’er depart,

Nor hide thy presence from my heart.

3 I can not live without thy light,

Cast out and banished from thy sight;

Thy holy joys, my God, restore,

And guard me that I fall no more.

4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,

His help and comfort still afford;

And let a sinner seek thy throne,

To plead the merits of the Son.

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