English poem
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King of heaven, our nature wearing, Pity lend the sad despairing; ’Neath the sway of sin repining, Formed from dust, to dust declining— Tottering in our ruined state, Strengthen by Thy goodness great.
Versos English John Brownlie I
Versos English John Brownlie I
English poem
King of heaven, our nature wearing, Pity lend the sad despairing; ’Neath the sway of sin repining, Formed from dust, to dust declining— Tottering in our ruined state, Strengthen by Thy goodness great.