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From Moravian Lives
When I review my mispent
days, I feel a heavy bur-
den, Reflecting on my tres-
passes, I scarce could hope
for pardon, But should be
hopeless and forlorn, Un-
certain where for help to
turn. If I had not thy
promise. <gap></gap>But thy
reviving Gospel word
which leads me to salva-
tion Doth joy unspeak-
able afford. And lasting
consolation: This tells me
thou wilt not disdain
A broken heart reflects
with pain, That turns to
