Yet I Sin


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ETERNAL FATHER, Thou art good beyond all thought, But I am vile, wretched, miserable, blind; My lips are ready to confess, but my heart is slow to feel,     and my ways reluctant to amend. I bring my soul to thee;     break it, wound it, bend it, mould it, Unmask to me sin’s deformity, […]

06/30/2010