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1 Tho', Lord, our hands have not been stain'd
With human blood, by thee restrain'd,
Yet O what seeds of murder wrought
In each revengeful word or thought!
2 Condemen'd, we fall before thy face,
Our only refuge is thy grace;
O wash our souls from ev'ry sin,
And make our guilty conscience clean.
3 Let clamour, wrath and war begone,
Let bitter words no more be known;
Envy and spite forever cease,
Among the saints, the sons of peace.Source: The Psalms of David: with hymns and spiritual songs: also, the catechism, confession of faith, and liturgy of the Reformed Church in the Netherlands #H40