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date: Tue, 02 May 2006 03:50:45 +0100,    group: uk.local.devon        back       
Psalm 50 (Psalmus L)   
Have Mercy on me, O God, as thou art ever rich in mercy;

In the abundance of thy compassion, blot out the record of my misdeeds.

Wash me clean, cleaner yet, from my guilt, purge me of my sin,

The guilt which I freely acknowledge, the sin which is never lost to my
sight.

Thee only my sins have offended; it is thy will I have disobeyed;

Thy sentence was deserved, and still when thou givest award thou hast
right on thy side.

For indeed, I was born in sin; guilt was with me already when my mother
conceived me.

But thou art a lover of faithfulness, and now, deep in my heart, thy
wisdom has instructed me.

Sprinkle me with a wand of hyssop, and I shall be clean; washed, I shall
be whiter than snow;

Tidings send me of good news and rejoicing, and the body that lies in
the dust shall thrill with pride.

Turn thy eyes away from my sins, blot out the record of my guilt;

My God, bring a clean heart to birth within me; breathe new life, true
life, into my being.

Do not banish me from thy presence, do not take thy holy spirit away
from me;

Give me back the comfort of thy saving power, and strengthen me in
generous resolve.

So will I teach the wicked to follow thy paths; sinners shall come back
to their obedience.

My God, my divine Deliverer, save me from the guilt of bloodshed! This
tongue shall boast of thy mercies;

O Lord, thou wilt open my lips, and my mouth shall tell of thy praise.

Thou hast no mind for sacrifice; burnt-offerings, if I brought them,
thou wouldst refuse;

Here, O God, is my sacrifice, a broken spirit; a heart that is humbled
and contrite thou, O God, wilt never disdain.

Lord, in thy great love send prosperity to Sion, so that the walls of
Jerusalem may rise again.

Then indeed thou wilt take pleasure in solemn sacrifice, in gift and
burnt-offering; then indeed bullocks will be laid upon thy altar.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost. As it was
in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. 

Amen.
date: Tue, 02 May 2006 03:50:45 +0100   author:   Samuel Gibson _WFxK@2`s68cL.NZ1

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