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Tho he slay me yet will I trust in him.

! whose potent arm
 * sustains this vast abode;

Whose love directs whose care protects,
 * Us pilgrims on life's road.

Since pray’rs with imperfection mix'd,
 * Can reach Perfection's ear;

Since sinful man contritely can,
 * Unto his God draw near.

Permit me, Lord! a child of earth,
 * Thy goodness to implore,

T'approach thy throne, my wants make
 * Known.

And while I pray-ADORE.

Thou know'st the dubious path I tread.
 * The conduct I pursue:

Nay more, my heart (that secret part,)
 * Is open to thy view.