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PSALM CXLIII.
EAR my humble, fervent prayer,Give ear, my God most high,
And in Thy faithful righteousness,
Oh, hearken to my cry:
But enter not in judgment, Lord,
For who could meet with Thee?
Oh, who in Thy most holy sight
Could stand, and guiltless be!
The foe of man hath grieved my soul,
And filled my heart with gloom;
He long hath made me dwell in night,
Like that which wraps the tomb.
Therefore my sinking spirit mourns,
My couch with tears I wet;
My heart with sadness seems oppressed,
And I am desolate.
And filled my heart with gloom;
He long hath made me dwell in night,
Like that which wraps the tomb.
Therefore my sinking spirit mourns,
My couch with tears I wet;
My heart with sadness seems oppressed,
And I am desolate.
I call to mind the days of old,
The years for ever flown;
I muse upon Thy handiworks,
On all that Thou hast done:
The years for ever flown;
I muse upon Thy handiworks,
On all that Thou hast done:
