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my own corrupt inclinations! Thou hast prepared for me a banquet of heavenly sweetness; and I have longed after the flesh-pots of Egypt. Yet still, O my God of infinite goodness, behold, I, who am nothing but dust and ashes, presume to speak to Thee. Receive, then, Thy unworthy servant into the compassionate arms of Thy mercy, since, with so much love and solicitude, Thou hast labored for my conversion. I am now sensible, O my God, that, without Thee, I am nothing, nor can do any thing; and that, without the aid of Thy
