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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