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SATURDAY.
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Thou great God, Thou most pure and most holy God! How can I, a wretched sinner, a most miserable sinner all my days, behold all the misdeeds of my life revealed before Thee and the great company of Thy angels, and before quick and dead! How could I bear my own self, when all this my most sinful life should be uncovered, even to the most secret and the most shameful parts.

God, for Thy mercy's sake forgive me all my sins; “do away mine offences;” take away this multitude of witnesses that witness against me. I do very greatly, very justly dread the revelation of the last day, the revelation of myself, except Thou dost forgive me! My hope is in Thy mercy, yea, all my hope; else I shall not be able to look up, else I shall pray the mountains to fall on me and the hills to cover me; else I know not how I shall be able to bear my own soul; I shall be intolerable to myself.

But, Lord, I do hope in Thee; increase in me this good and blessed hope.

“The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth us from all sin.” “Lord, I believe, help Thou mine unbelief.”

Lord, I repent; help Thou mine impenitence, and forgive the insufficiency of my grief.