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Nor did the Sailor so intent His entering footsteps heed,But now the Lord's prayer said, and now His half-forgotten creed.
And often on his Saviour call'd With many a bitter groan,In such heart-anguish as could spring From deepest guilt alone.
He ask'd the miserable man Why he was kneeling there,And what the crime had been that caus'd The anguish of his prayer.
Oh I have done a wicked thing! It haunts me night and day,And I have sought this lonely place Here undisturb'd to pray.
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