3. Foolish fears, and fond desires, Vain regrets for things as vain; Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain. 4. These, and every secret fault, Filled with grief and shame we own; Humbled, at Thy feet we lie, Seeking pardon from Thy throne.
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