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Help Thou My Unbelief
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I have not praised You lately as I ought But said the words and left the deed undone, and kindly thoughts of others not begun, and works of love or acts of mercy. Not.
‘Tis empty handed, I approach your throne; belated my remembrance of your Being, again transformed by what I was not seeing; I am two persons in one flesh and bone;
the one consumed by joy and trust in You who waits in peace the coming of his death; the other fearing every taken breath! Remove my unbelief and leave the good and true.
Your promises, unworthy though I be, they alone will lift and comfort me.
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