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But oh! remember not our deeds,
Our former sins forgive;
Yea, in Thy tender mercy rise,
And bid us once more live.

For we are brought to depths of woe,
Yet still to Thee we pray;
Then for Thy Name's sake help us, Lord,
And purge our sins away.

Oh! wherefore should the heathen say,
"Where, Jacob, is thy God?"
Let Him be known by vengeance now,
For all His servants' blood.

And let Thine ear, O Lord, attend
The captive's trembling sigh;
Stretch forth Thine arm of might, to save
The victims doomed to die.

Yea, to our neighbours render now
(But sevenfold in degree)
The dark reproach, the impious scorn,
That They have poured on Thee.

So we Thy people, we Thy sheep,
That Thou didst lead so long,
Will give Thee thanks, and praise Thy Name,
In strains of endless song.

E.

February 9, 1834,