O Lord, I order my ways before You
I lift up my eyes and look to the hands of my Master
Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy
I have had more than enough of contempt
My soul has had more than enough of scorn from those who are at ease
Fill me with Your Spirit
So that I toil not in vain
So I do not become weary
May I be a defender of the weak
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