Eventide, 10.10.10.10. [G]
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7 "And now, O Lord, what wait I longer for?
My expectation ever is in Thee;
8 Deliver me from all my sinfulness;
The scorn of foolish men O make not me.
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9 "Yes, I was dumb; I opened not my mouth,
Because this work was done at thy command.
10 But now remove Thy stroke away from me;
I am consumed beneath Thy smiting hand.
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11 "Thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin;
His beauty fades beneath the touch of death;
It is consumed as by the fretting moth.
Oh, surely every man is but a breath.
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12 "LORD, hear my prayers; heed Thou my cry and tears;
A stranger here I pass as all before.
13 O spare me that I may recover strength
Before I go away and be no more."
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