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Lord, bring me to my knees in dust,bow low my head, and hear my prayer!Though others sing of your great grace,I still fall into every snare.Of all men, I’m by far the worst –it cries to heaven above, my guilt.How can you still have hope for me,who, seeing myself, with loathing fill?And yet how long you’ve carried me,a serpent, on your loving breast –you’ve given me courage ever anew,my heart’s desire, and my mind’s rest.But I returned your patient lovewith base betrayal; never lenta hand to guard you, care for you –put off remorse, would not repent.I doubted in the purposeof fighting sin unceasingly.I thought: why bother, when with each step,I squander what you offer me?But no! Even I, accurséd wretch,must come just as I am to youwhose love disarms and conquers all,the devil himself o’erpowers too.For I believe that I, too, canbe helped and rescued by your cross.I’ll build henceforth on grace, and spurnall sin’s desire in me, all dross.I will believe! Cost what it may,I’m yours, for by your sacrificeupon the cross my heart’s been cleansed,found rest and peace beyond all price.Halle, November 1905P O E M S & R H Y M E D P R A Y E R S:E B E R H A R D A R N O L D 14