Oh Lord, my numerous sins torment me,
Do I thy most exalted name profane?
Search me Oh Lord and know my heart's intents
that I may never within me habour
such wickedness that always repels thee.
Let not the raunchy World I inhabit
defile my pristine thoughts with things insane.
Sanitize with thy blood my heart's contents,
and free me from every carnal habit.
Let not thine unforgettable labour
of love deliver my poor Soul in vain.
All these I ask thee with my heart contrite
that I may wear a Crown as great as bright.
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