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O Thou who dost know what the heart fain would hide; / Who ever art ready whate'er may betide; / In whom the distressed can hope in their woe; / Whose ears with the groans of the wretched are plied -- / Still bid Thy good gifts from Thy treasury flow; / All good is assembled where Thou dost abide; / To Thee, save my poverty, nought can I show, / And of Thee all my poverty's wants are supplied; / What choice have I save to Thy portal to go?
If 'tis shut, to what other my steps can I guide? / 'Fore whom as a suppliant low shall I bow, / If Thy bounty to me, Thy poor slave, is denied?
But oh: though rebellious full often I grow / Thy bounty and kindness are not the less wide.