| Remove my covering, Lord,
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| That I may see Thy light,
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| And be deceived no more,
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| But all things see aright.
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| Oh, may Thy living light, Lord,
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| Scatter all my night, Lord,
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| And everything make bright, Lord,
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| For this I pray to Thee.
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| I hardly know myself;
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| Deceived so much by pride,
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| I often think I’m right
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| And am self-satisfied.
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| I know Thee even less;
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| In doctrine, shallowly;
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| True revelation lack
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| Of Thy reality.
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| As for Thy life within,
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| In darkness I mistake—
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| If spirit or the flesh,
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| One for the other take.
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| As for Thy way, O Lord,
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| I often am not clear;
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| I toward seclusion tend
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| And from the pathway veer.
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| As for Thy will for me,
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| I do not know it well;
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| I substitute my own
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| And often would rebel.
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| As for the church, I need
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| Thy revelation more,
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| The Body-life to know,
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| Thy wisdom to explore.
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| I long to be unveiled,
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| In everything made clear,
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| No more to be deceived
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| Or to my pride adhere. |