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Pride and vain ignorance and a numerous throng of dreadful lusts have rag'd within me long. My soul delight'd (for its unclear) abhor'd, amaz'd I see by heaven's offended LORD. O thought! what hangs what agonies I feel! How conscience teams me with its whips of steel! What keen remorse devours my soul within, by heaven comission'd to pursue our sin! Thy goodness LORD beyond the skies extends, he knows no limits and all thought transcends. Do thou (for sure thow canst) the storm controul, and still the turmills of my troubled soul. The conscence stings tho possions weild as flame, and woes unnumbered rack this brittle frame, one word from thee shall wish'd for peace restore, Passions subside, and conscience stings no more. Let then, thy grace, which in they Son appears, forgive my sins, the carese of all my fears. In me, made free from every guilty stain, Come Holy Spirit, and resistless reign.