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| MAY He who sets the holy and profane | |
| Apart, blot out our sins before His sight, | |
| And make our numbers as the sand again, | |
| And as the stars of night. | |
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| The day declineth like the palm-tree’s shade, | 5 |
| I call on God, who leadeth me aright, | |
| The morning cometh—thus the watchman said— | |
| Although it now be night. | |
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| Thy righteousness is like Mount Tabor vast; | |
| O let my sins be wholly put to flight, | 10 |
| Be they as yesterday, forever past, | |
| And as a watch at night. | |
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| The peaceful season of my prayers is o’er, | |
| Would that again had rest my soul contrite, | |
| Weary am I of groaning evermore, | 15 |
| I melt in tears each night. | |
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| Hear Thou my voice: be it not vainly sped, | |
| Open to me the gates of lofty height; | |
| For with the evening dew is filled my head, | |
| My locks with drops of night. | 20 |
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| O grant me Thy redemption, while I pray, | |
| Be Thou entreated, Lord of power and might, | |
| In twilight, in the evening of the day, | |
| Yea, in the gloom of night. | |
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| Save me O Lord, my God I call on Thee! | 25 |
| Make me to know the path of life aright, | |
| From sore and wasting sickness snatch Thou me, | |
| Lead me from day to night. | |
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| We are like clay within Thy hand, O Lord, | |
| Forgive us all our sins both grave and light, | 30 |
| And day shall unto day pour forth the word, | |
| And night declare to night. | |
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| May He who sets the holy and profane | |
| Apart blot out our sins before His sight, | |
| And make our numbers as the sand again, | 35 |
| And as the stars of night. | |
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