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Almighty God, I call to thee,
by sore temptation shaken;
incline thy gracious ear to me,
and leave me not forsaken;
for who that feels the power within
of past remorse and present sin,
can stand, O Lord, before thee?
On thee alone my stay I place,
all human help rejecting;
relying on thy sovereign grace,
thy sovereign aid expecting,
I rest upon thy sacred word,
that thou'lt repel him not, O Lord,
who to thy mercy fleeth.
And though I travail all the night,
and travail all the morrow,
my trust is in Jehovah's might,
my triumph in my sorrow;
forgetting not that thou of old
didst Israel, though weak, uphold;
when weakest then most loving!
What though my sinfulness be great,
redeeming love is greater;
what though all hell should lie in wait,
supreme is my Creator;
and he my rock and fortress is,
and when most helpless, most I'm his,
my strength and my redeemer.
(1483-1546); trans. anonymous in Hymns for Church and Home, 1859.