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31. PRAYER FOR MERCY.

I dare not, Lord, claim aught of good from thee

As in reward of virtue my just right;

Up to thy throne on high, all-glorious, bright,

I dare not lift my eyes. Humility

Befits the child of sin and misery:

Repenting tears may well bedim his sight.

Yes, Savior, on my guilty breast I smite,

And "Mercy! Mercy!" this is all my cry.

'Twas mercy, in thy vast, amazing love,

Awaking wonder in th' angelic throng,

That brought thee down from God's right hand above,

Upon the cross to die, t' atone for wrong.

Then wilt thou not my sad petition hear,

And give me peace and hope, instead of fear?