A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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O Lord, my faults I now confess,

And sorry am therefore;

But not so much as fain I would:

O Lord, what wilt Thou more?

Wm. Hunnis.

WANT.

For want and famine they were solitary.—Job, xxx. 3.

That which is wanting cannot be numbered.—Ecclesiastes, i. 15.

Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.—Daniel, v. 27.