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"cry out with tears, "Lord I believe, help thou my
"unbelief" -- "When my foot slippeth, let thy
mercy, O lord, hold me up. If my course con-
"ducts me through rough and trying scenes, say
"to me thy shoes shall be iron and brass, and as
"thy day is so shall thy strength be. Keep
"one in all places and circumstances. However
"ignorant of the future, enable me to trust in
"Thee and not be afraid. I would begin, even in
"this vale of tears, the song I hope forever to sing.
"Marvelous are thy works, just and true are all
thy ways, O thou King of Saints! Enable me
"to confide in thy promises, and rely on thy
"constant protection and care. Let thy law be
"dear unto me. May I be devoted to thy service
"and find it perfect freedom. Thou dost not indeed
"stand in need of any, but since thou art pleas-
"ed in infinite wisdom and condescension, to ease
"means, I would say Lord what would thou
"have me to do? here is my hand, me, Lord
"assist, to serve thee midst reproach and
"shame. Be it my one undivided aim to glo-
"rify Him who has done so much to redner
"me, happy and acceptable to God!' She then
"proceeds to dilate on the love of God to man
as exhibited, not only in redemption, but