Текст оригинала на английском языке
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View me, Lord, a work of thine! Shall I then lie downed in night? Might thy grace in me but shine, I should seem made all of light. Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel At thine altar pure and white; They at once thy mercies feel, Gaze no more on earth's delight. Worldly joys like shadows fade When the heavenly light appears; But the covenants Thou hast made, Endless, know not days nor years. In thy word, Lord, is my trust, To thy mercies fast I fly; Though I am but clay and dust, Yet thy grace can lift me high.
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