O Fountain of all good,
Break pride to pieces and scatter it
to the winds,
annihilate each clinging shred of
self-righteousness,
Implant in me true lowliness of spirit,
Abase me to self-loathing and self-abhorence,
Open in me a fount of penitential tears,
Break me, then bind me up:
Thus will my heart be a prepared dwelling
for my God
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