O Thou, from whom all goodness flows! I lift my heart to thee; In all my wrongs, oppressions, woes, Dear Lord! remember me. Afflictions sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee; Lord! let my strength be as my day, And still remember me. Oppressed with scourges, bonds, and grief, This feeble body see; Oh! give my burdened soul relief, Hear, and remember me.
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