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From all the sins that I have done Lord

From all the sins that I have done,
Lord, quit me out of hand,
And make me not a scorn to fools,
that nothing understand.

I was so dumb, that to complain
no trouble could me move,
Because I knew it was thy work
my patience for to prove.

Lord, take from me thy scourge and plague,
I cannot them withstand,
I faint and pine away for fear
of thy most heavy hand.

When thou for sin dost man rebuke,
he waxeth pale and wan,
As doth a cloth that moths have fret;
so vain a thing is man!

Lord, hear my suit, and give good heed,
regard my tears that fall;
I sojourn like a stranger here,
as did my fathers all.

O spare a little, give me space
my strength for to restore,
Before I go away from hence,
and shall be seen no more.

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Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Dates: 1562,1812
      Bible Refs: Ps 39:9-14;
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1812# 39
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