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Now, Lord, on Whom for help I call,
Thy miracles repeat;
With pitying eye behold me fall
A leper at Thy feet.
Loathsome, and vile, and self-abhorred,
I sink beneath my sin;
But if Thou wilt, a gracious word
Of Thine can make me clean.
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