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Text Based On Isaiah Chapter 66
But to this man will I look, even to him
that is poor and of a contrite spirit,
and trembleth at my word.
Lord, Like The Publican I Stand
Lord, like the publican I stand,
And lift my heart to Thee;
Thy pardoning grace, O God, command,
Be merciful to me.
I smite upon my anxious breast,
O'erwhelmed with agony;
O save my soul by sin oppressed,
Be merciful to me.
My guilt, my shame, I all confess,
I have no hope nor plea
But Jesus' blood and righteousness;
Be merciful to me.
Here at Thy feet I still would wait,
Nor from their shelter flee,
But Thou, O God, in mercy great,
Art merciful to me.
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