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There is no one who calls on Your name,
    who stirs up himself to take hold of You;
for You have hidden Your face from us
    and have consumed us because of our iniquities.

But now, O Lord, You are our Father;
    we are the clay, and You are our potter;
    and we all are the work of Your hand.
Do not be wrathful beyond measure, O Lord,
    nor remember iniquity forever;
look upon us, we pray,
    we all are Your people.

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