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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 143</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My righteous Judge, my gracious God,<br>Hear when I spread my hands abroad,<br>And cry for succor from thy throne;<br>O make thy truth and mercy known!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let judgment not against me pass;<br>Behold, thy servant pleads thy grace:<br>Should justice call us to thy bar,<br>No man alive is guiltless there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look down in pity, Lord, and see<br>The mighty woes that burden me;<br>Down to the dust my life is brought,<br>Like one long buried and forgot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dwell in darkness and unseen,<br>My heart is desolate within<br>My thoughts in musing silence trace<br>The ancient wonders of thy grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thence I derive a glimpse of hope<br>To bear my sinking spirits up;<br>I stretch my hands to God again,<br>And thirst like parched lands for rain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn:<br>When will thy smiling face return?<br>Shall all my joys on earth remove?<br>And God for ever hide his love?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My God, thy long delay to save<br>Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave;<br>My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;<br>Make haste to help before I die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night is witness to my tears,<br>Distressing pains, distressing fears;<br>O might I hear thy morning voice,<br>How would my wearied powers rejoice!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,<br>And lift my heavy soul on high;<br>For thee sit waiting all the day,<br>And wear the tiresome hours away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Break off my fetters, Lord, and show<br>Which is the path my feet should go;<br>If snares and foes beset the road,<br>I flee to hide me near my God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Teach me to do thy holy will,<br>And lead me to thy heav'nly hill;<br>Let the good Spirit of thy love<br>Conduct me to thy courts above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then shall my soul no more complain,<br>The tempter then shall rage in vain;<br>And flesh, that was my foe before,<br>Shall never vex my spirit more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q>
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My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succor from thy throne;
O make thy truth and mercy known!

Let judgment not against me pass;
Behold, thy servant..."></div>
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