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Suppliant in the dust I lie, My bruised heart, like ashes, dry;
Care thou for me ere I die.
Guilty man, to judgment giv’n;
Spare him, therefore, God of heav’n!
Loving Lord, and Saviour That shall be a day of sighs, blest,
When from ashes shall arise Give to them eternal rest!
Amen.