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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Sick Soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Physician of my sin-sick soul,<br>To thee I bring my case;<br>My raging malady control,<br>And heal me by thy grace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pity the anguish I endure,<br>See how I mourn and pine;<br>For never can I hope a cure<br>From any hand but thine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would disclose my whole complaint,<br>But where shall I begin?<br>No words of mine can fully paint<br>That worst distemper, sin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It lies not in a single part,<br>But through my frame is spread;<br>A burning fever in my heart,<br>A palsy in my head. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,<br>And impotent and lame;<br>And overclouds, and fills my mind,<br>With folly, fear, and shame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand evil thoughts intrude<br>Tumultuous in my breast;<br>Which indispose me for my food,<br>And rob me of my rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord I am sick, regard my cry,<br>And set my spirit free;<br>Say, canst thou let a sinner die,<br>Who longs to live to thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a><div class=q>
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To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by thy grace. 

Pity the anguish I endure,
See how I mourn and pine;
For never can I hope a cure
From any hand but thine. 

I would disclose my whole com..."></div>
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