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O! what a rapt'rous joy possest
The tender parent's throbbing breast
To see his spendthrift son return.
And all his former follies mourn!
So, Jesus never will despise
The contrite heart for sacrifice;
The deep-fetched sigh, the secret groan
Will rise accepted to the throne.
He meets, with tokens of his grace.
The trembling lip, the blushing face;
His bowels yearn when sinners pray,
And mercy bears their sins away.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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PORTUGAL
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