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My gates are sunken, they that stood so high;

My sacred doors are shattered and laid waste;

Lo! they are moved and vanished hence; and I

Am humbled and disgraced.

Dumb are mine advocates in mine appeal,

High in their pride my scorners raise their crest;

They quench my light, they darkly do conceal

My welfare and my rest,

O Lord, my God! all strength doth dwell in Thee,

O hear my voice, as humbly here I bow;

And let the sentence of Thy judgment be,

"Take thou my blessing now."

Behold me fallen low from whence I stood,

And mine assembly with compassion see;

And this my soul, mine only one, 'tis good

To give it unto Thee.