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Thou Man of grief, remember me,

Who never canst Thyself forget.

Thy last expiring agony,

Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat.

Father, if I may call Thee so,

Regard my fearful heart’s desire;

Remove this load of guilty woe,

Nor let me in my sins expire!

I tremble, lest the wrath divine,

Which bruises now my wretched soul,

Should bruise this wretched soul of mine,

Long as eternal ages roll.