Help me O Lord, for my soul shrinks away,

my flesh is consumed with groaning.

My body groans as an old man,

my spirt, like a grieving mother.

For round and round my thoughts have gone

and never find a rock on which to rest,

leaves that float, then dip and never touch the ground.

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My mouth proclaims Your word O Lord,

my spirit gives assent to all Your truth.

I sing the songs of Your assembled Saints.

With joy, I pray them all within my heart,

and bow my spirit to believe Your ways.

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And yet my flesh is full of deep dismay,

my spirit schemes and doubts.

My mind is set to search out other hopes.

How quick I am to turn from all your love

and long for dust and sin instead of grace!

I seek my life

I find my death.

I bow myself to chains.

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Yet you, O Lord are seated in the heights,

and You survey the thoughts of man

and test his every way.

O look upon my heart!

See my hatred of the sin I scheme.

Hear my Lord, my cry of grief.

Do not withhold Your grace from Me.

Grant to me the knowledge of my sins.

Kill in me my deadly love for lies.

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I seek a sacrifice that I can never make

I priest who sits and offers there for me

the blood that makes me whole.

I turn from sin O Lord.

I kiss the Son.

I plead the blood.

Save me O my God.

For the sake of Your holy One.

Cleanse me from my sin.

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