August 13, 2010
Thou art good beyond all thought, But I am vile, wretched, miserable, blind; My lips are ready to confess, buty my heart is slow to feel, and my ways reluctant to amend. I bring my soul to thee; break it, wound it, bend it, mould it. Unmask to me sin’s deformity, that I may hate [...]
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August 11, 2010
O LORD, Bend my hands and cut them off, for I have often struck thee with a wayward will, when these fingers should embrace thee by faith. I am not yet weaned from all created glory, honour, wisdom, and esteem of others, for I have a secret motive to eye my name in all I [...]
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