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Blot out our sins of old,
when oft we went astray,
when, Father, from thy fold
we wandered far away;
O King of heaven,
to thee we cry,
ere yet we die,
to be forgiven.
In this our hour of need,
in hope we fly to thee;
sow in our hearts the seed
of bright eternity;
O Lord, we pray,
as morning dew,
our strength renew
from day to day.
O God, by day, by night,
we lowly bend the knee,
again at dawn of light,
in deep humility,
our voices raise,
for sins forgiven,
and hopes of heaven,
in prayer and praise.
Blot out our sins gone by,
blot out our sins today,
and others ere we die ;
and give us, while we pray,
undying faith
in Christ, to see
the victory
o’er sin and death.
(1823-1903)
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