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O hide me in Thy love, secure
  From this earth-clinging meanness.
    Lave my uncleanness
In Thy compassionating love!

Bury this treachery as deep
  As mercy is enrooted.
    My days ill-fruited
Shake till the shrivelled burden fall.

Put by those righteous arrows, Lord,
  Put even Thy justice by Thee;
    So I come nigh Thee
As came the Magdalen to Thy feet.

And like a heavy stone that’s cast
  In a pool, on Thee I throw me,
    And feel o’erflow me
Ripples of pity, deep waves of love.