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12. But thou, O Lord, art forever the same, yet thou art
not forever angry with us, for thou hast compassion on our
dust and ashes.
It was pleasing in thy sight to reform my deformity, and
by inward stings thou didst disturb me so that I was impatient
until thou wert made clear to my inward sight. By the secret
hand of thy healing my swelling was lessened, the disordered
and darkened eyesight of my mind was from day to day made
whole by the stinging salve of wholesome grief.