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 I would  willingly  bewail  the  enormity of  my  sins  with  tears  of  blood: more for  the  offence  and  insult offered Thy  divine  Majesty  than for the  injury  and  perdition  they bring upon  myself. But where shall I  find  so  deep  a  sense  of  sorrow, save  only  in  the  fountain  of Thy  grace? Where shall  I  find such a  grief,  save  only  in  the  contemplation of  Thy  immense  goodness and  infinite  Majesty? Whence are those  tears  to  flow,  save  only from the  ocean  of  Thy  mercy? Here I  cast  myself  at  Thy  feet: consider not  in  what  manner,  at what  time,  or  how  late:  consider only that  I  come. But ah! Lord, in how  miserable  a  condition! how filthy, how  abominable! Clad with the deformity  of  my  sins,  covered with the  filthiness  of  my  offences, and defiled  with  the  abominations of a  vicious  life! But, in  approaching Thee,  O  my  God,  I  come  with