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 my own  corrupt  inclinations! Thou hast  prepared  for  me  a banquet  of  heavenly  sweetness;  and  I  have  longed  after the flesh-pots  of  Egypt. Yet still, O  my  God  of  infinite goodness, behold,  I,  who  am nothing  but  dust  and  ashes, presume to  speak  to  Thee. Receive, then,  Thy  unworthy servant into  the  compassionate arms  of  Thy  mercy,  since, with so  much  love  and  solicitude, Thou  hast  labored  for my conversion. I am  now sensible, O  my  God,  that, without Thee,  I  am  nothing, nor can  do  any  thing;  and that, without  the  aid  of  Thy