  I stand for judgment; vain the will To judge myself, O Lord! I cannot sunder good from ill With a dividing sword. How should I know myself aright, Who would by Thee be known? Let me stand naked in Thy sight; Thy doom shall be my own. Slay in me that which would be slain! Thy justice be my grace! If aught survive the joy, the pain, Still must it seek Thy face. |
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