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FERRY. C. M.
How oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wander'd from the Lord;
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!
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Jesus! full of all compassion, Hear thy humble suppliant's cry!
Let me know thy great salvation, See I languish, faint and die.
LUTZEN. L. M.
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My God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are ev'ry evening new,
And morning mercies from above, Gently distil like early dew.
LITTLE MARLBORO". S. M. Williams' Coll.
Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away