Prayer
I ASK good things that I detest,With speeches fair;Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast,But hear my prayer.
I say ill things I would not say -Things unaware:Regard my breast, Lord, in Thy day,And not my prayer.
My heart is evil in Thy sight:My good thoughts flee:O Lord, I cannot wish aright -Wish Thou for me.
O bend my words and acts to Thee,However ill,That I, whate'er I say or be,May serve Thee still.
O let my thoughts abide in TheeLest I should fall:Show me Thyself in all I see,Thou Lord of all.
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