God, unto whom all hearts are open, unto whom all will is spoken, unto whom nothing is hidden, I beseech Thee to cleanse the intent of my heart with the unspeakable gift of Thy grace that I may perfectly love Thee and worthily praise Thee.
If the strings of an instrument are always taut, they go out of tune.
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