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VII: I lift my hands, and with my heart

I lift my hands, and with my heart My prayer ascends to Thee; In mercy take a sinner's part; Lord, send Thy help to me.

Lo, in the mire of sin I lie, My raiment all defiled; O come, and set me up on high, And save Thy fallen child.

I cannot cleanse the filthy stains,-- I can but mourn and sigh; For all I do, the guilt remains, I fail oft as I try.

In mercy, Lord, Thy mercy send, For merciful art Thou; And prove Thyself the sinner's Friend;-- O, come and help me now,

And let my life be ordered quite, As Thou wouldst have it be; When I am wrong, then set me right;-- Lord, come and succour me.

And hold me up, lest to the mire Of sin My soul return; Let Thy pure love my spirit fire, And base affection burn.