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Psalms 26:8

• [Psa 26:8] We Love The Place, O God

  We love the place, O God, Wherein Thine honor dwells; The joy of Thine abode All earthly joy excels. It is the house of prayer Wherein Thy servants meet; And Thou, O Lord, art there Thy chosen flock to greet. We love the sacred font; For there the holy Dove To pour is ever wont His blessings from above. We love Thine altar, Lord; Oh, what on earth so dear? For there, in faith adored We find Thy presence near. We love the Word of life, The Word that tells of peace, Of comfort in the strife, And joys that never cease. We love to sing below For mercies freely giv’n; But, oh, we long to know The triumph song of Heav’n. Lord Jesus, give us grace On earth to love Thee more, In Heav’n to see Thy face, And with Thy saints adore.

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Psalms 27:4

• [Psa 27:4] O That I Could For Ever Dwell

  O that I could for ever dwell, Delighted, at the Savior’s feet, Behold the form I love so well, And all His tender words repeat. The world shut out from all my soul, And Heav’n brought in with all its bliss— O is there aught from pole to pole, One moment to compare to this! This is the hidden life I prize— A life of penitential love; When most my follies I despise, And raise my highest thoughts above. Thus would I live till nature fail, And all my former sins forsake; Then rise to God within the veil, And of eternal joys partake.

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Psalms 63:1-2

• [Psa 63:1] Early, My God, Without Delay

  Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek Thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away Without Thy cheering grace. So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die. I’ve seen Thy glory and Thy power Through all Thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heav’nly hour, That vision so divine. Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when Thy richer grace I taste, And in Thy presence dwell. Not life itself, with all her joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As Thy forgiving love. Thus till my last expiring day I’ll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.

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• [Psa 63:1] Hand In Hand

  Now begin the heavenly race— The Savior calls today; Let us early seek His face, And early learn to pray. Refrain Hand in hand we’ll journey on, Reaching forward to the prize, Hoping, trusting in the Lord, Where all our vigor lies. He Who left His Father’s throne, To suffer, bleed and die, He Who made our grief his own, Will every want supply. Refrain They who on His Name believe, And patiently endure, Life eternal shall receive, And find His mercy sure. Refrain Now begin the heavenly race, No more, no more delay; To the healing fount of grace, Rejoicing, haste away. Refrain

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• [Psa 63:1] I Hunger And I Thirst

  I hunger and I thirst, Jesu, my manna be; Ye living waters, burst Out of the rock for me. Thou bruised and broken Bread, My life-long wants supply; As living souls are fed, O feed me, or I die. Thou true life-giving Vine, Let me Thy sweetness prove; Renew my life with Thine, Refresh my soul with love. Rough paths my feet have trod Since first their course began; Feed me, Thou Bread of God; Help me, Thou Son of Man. For still the desert lies My thirsting soul before; O living waters, rise Within me evermore.

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• [Psa 63:1] My God! Permit My Tongue

  My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call Thee mine; And let my early cries prevail To taste Thy love divine. My thirsty, fainting soul Thy mercy doth implore; Not travelers in desert lands Can pant for water more. Within Thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place; Thy power and glory to behold, And feel Thy quick’ning grace. For life without Thy love No relish can afford; No joy can be compared to this, To serve and please the Lord. To Thee I’ll lift my hands, And praise Thee while I live; Not the rich dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give. In wakeful hours at night I call my God to mind; I think how wise Thy counsels are, And all Thy dealings kind. Since thou hast been my help, To Thee my spirit flies, And on Thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies. The shadow of Thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, And He supports my steps.

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• [Psa 63:1] O God, My God, My All Thou Art!

  O God, my God, my all Thou art! Ere shines the dawn of rising day, Thy sovereign light within my heart, Thy all enlivening power display. For Thee my thirsty soul doth pant, While in this desert land I live; And hungry as I am, and faint, Thy love alone can comfort give. In a dry land, behold I place My whole desire on Thee, O Lord; And more I joy to gain Thy grace, Than all earth’s treasures can afford. More dear than life itself, Thy love My heart and tongue shall still employ And to declare Thy praise will prove My peace, my glory, and my joy. In blessing Thee with grateful songs My happy life shall glide away; The praise that to Thy Name belongs Hourly with lifted hands I’ll pay. Abundant sweetness, while I sing Thy love, my ravished heart o’erflows; Secure in Thee, my God and King, Of glory that no period knows.

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• [Psa 63:1] O God, Thou Art My God Alone

  O God, Thou art my God alone; Early to Thee my soul shall cry; A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land whose springs are dry. O that it were as it hath been! When, praying in the holy place, Thy power and glory I have seen, And marked the footsteps of Thy grace. Yet, through this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on Thee, my God; Thy hand, unseen, upholds my ways; I safely tread where Thou hast trod. Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed; Thy presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head. Better than life itself Thy love, Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in Heaven above, Or what on earth, compared to Thee? Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all Thy mercy I will give; My soul shall still in God rejoice; My tongue shall bless Thee while I live.

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• [Psa 63:1] O Lord, My God, Most Earnestly

  O Lord, my God, most earnestly My heart would seek Thy face, Within Thy holy house once more To see Thy glorious grace. Apart from Thee I long and thirst, And naught can satisfy; I wander in a desert land Where all the streams are dry. The lovingkindness of my God Is more than life to me; So I will bless Thee while I live And lift my prayer to Thee. In Thee my soul is satisfied, My darkness turns to light; And joyful meditations fill The watches of the night. My Savior, ’neath Thy sheltering wings My soul delights to dwell; Still closer to Thy side I press, For near Thee all is well.

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• [Psa 63:1] O Saints Of Old, Nor Yours Alone

  O saints of old, not yours alone The search for God shall be; We take the glory for our own; Lord, we are seeking Thee. Not only when ascends the song And soundeth sweet the word; Not only with the Sabbath throng, Our souls would seek the Lord. We would not to our daily task Without our God repair, But in the world His presence ask, And seek His glory there. O everywhere, O every day, The grace is still outpoured; We work, we watch, we strive, we pray, Behold Thy seekers, Lord.

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• [Psa 63:1] Thou Art My God, O God Of Grace

  Thou art my God, O God of grace, And earnestly I seek Thy face, My heart cries out for Thee; My spirit thirsts Thy grace to taste, An exile in this desert waste In which no waters be, In which no waters be. I long as in the times of old Thy power and glory to behold Within Thy holy place; Because Thy tender love I see, More precious far than life to me, My lips shall praise Thy grace, My lips shall praise Thy grace. Thus will I bless Thee while I live, And with uplifted hands will give Praise to Thy holy Name; When by Thy bounty well supplied, Then shall my soul be satisfied, My mouth shall praise proclaim, My mouth shall praise proclaim. My lips shall in Thy praise delight When on my bed I rest at night And meditate on Thee; Because Thy hand assistance brings, Beneath the shadow of Thy wings My heart shall joyful be, My heart shall joyful be.

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• [Psa 63:1] When Mother Love Makes All Things Bright

  When mother love makes all things bright, When joy comes with the morning light, When children gather round their tree, Thou Christmas Babe, we sing of Thee. When manhood’s brows are bent in thought To learn what men of old have taught, When eager hands seek wisdom’s key, Wise Temple Child, we learn of Thee. When doubts assail, and perils fright, When, groping blindly in the night, We strive to read life’s mystery, Man of the Mount, we turn to Thee. When shadows of the valley fall, When sin and death the soul appall, One light we through the darkness see— Christ on the Cross, we cry to Thee.

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• [Psa 63:1] While Thee I Seek, Protecting Power

  While Thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To Thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore. In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by Thee. In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet Thy will. My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see: My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on Thee.

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• [Psa 63:2] O God, Thy Power Is Wonderful

  O God, Thy power is wonderful, Thy glory passing bright; Thy wisdom, with its deep on deep, A rapture to the sight. I see Thee in the eternal years In glory all alone, Ere round Thine uncreated fires Created light had shone. I see Thee walk in Eden’s shade, I see Thee all through time; Thy patience and compassion seem New attributes sublime. I see Thee when the doom is o’er, And outworn time is done, Still, still incomprehensible, O God, yet not alone. Angelic spirits, countless souls, Of Thee have drunk their fill; And to eternity will drink Thy joy and glory still. O little heart of mine! shall pain Or sorrow make thee moan, When all this God is all for thee, A Father all thine own?

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Psalms 84:10

• [Psa 84:10] How Lovely Are Thy Tents, O Lord

  How lovely are Thy tents, O Lord! Where’er Thou choosest to record Thy Name, or place Thy house of prayer; My soul outflies the angel choir, And faints, o’erpowered with strong desire, To meet Thy special presence there. My heart and flesh cry out for God; There would I fix my soul’s abode, As birds that in the altars nest; There would I all my young ones bring, An offering to my God and King, And in Thy courts for ever rest. Happy the men to whom ’tis given, To dwell within that gate of Heaven, And in Thy house record Thy praise; Whose strength and confidence Thou art, Who feel Thee, Savior, in their heart, The Way, the Truth, the Life of grace: Who, passing through the mournful vale, Drink comfort from the living well, That flows replenished from above; From strength to strength advancing here, Till all before their God appear, And each receives the crown of love. Better a day Thy courts within Than thousands in the tents of sin; How base the noblest pleasure there! How great the weakest child of Thine! His meanest task is all divine, And kings and priests Thy servants are. The Lord protects and cheers His own, Their light and strength, their shield and sun; He shall both grace and glory give; Unlimited His bounteous grant; No real good they e’er shall want; All, all is theirs, who righteous live. O Lord of hosts, how blest is he Who steadfastly believes in Thee! He all Thy promises shall gain; The soul that on Thy love is cast Thy perfect love on earth shall taste, And soon with Thee in glory reign.

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• [Psa 84:10] How Lovely, How Divinely Sweet

  How lovely, how divinely sweet, Oh Lord! Thy sacred courts appear; Fain would my longing passions meet The glories of Thy presence there. O bless’d the men, bless’d their employ, Whom Thy indulgent favors raise To dwell in those abodes of joy, And sing Thy never ceasing praise. Happy the men whom strength divine With ardent love and zeal inspires; Whose steps to Thy blest way incline With willing hearts and warm desires. One day within Thy sacred gate, Affords more real joy to me Than thousands in the tents of state; The meanest place is bliss with Thee.

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• [Psa 84:10] My Soul, How Lovely Is The Place

  My soul, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts! ’Tis heav’n to see His smiling face, Though in His earthly courts. There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quick’ning rays. With His rich gifts the heav’nly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals His wondrous love, And sheds abroad His grace. There, mighty God, Thy words declare The secrets of Thy will; And still we seek Thy mercy there, And sing Thy praises still. My heart and flesh cry out for Thee, While far from Thine abode; When shall I tread Thy courts, and see My Savior and my God? The sparrow builds herself a nest, And suffers no remove; O make me, like the sparrows, blest, To dwell but where I love. To sit one day beneath Thine eye, And hear Thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole eternity Employed in carnal joys. Lord, at Thy threshold I would wait While Jesus is within, Rather than fill a throne of state, Or live in tents of sin. Could I command the spacious land, And the more boundless sea, For one blest hour at Thy right hand I’d give them both away.

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• [Psa 84:10] Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above

  Pleasant are Thy courts above, In the land of light and love; Pleasant are Thy courts below In this land of sin and woe; O, my spirit longs and faints For the converse of Thy saints, For the brightness of Thy face, For Thy fullness, God of grace. Happy birds that sing and fly Round Thy altars, O most High; Happier souls that find a rest In a heavenly Father’s breast; Like the wandering dove that found No repose on earth around, They can to their ark repair, And enjoy it ever there. Happy souls, their praises flow Even in this vale of woe; Waters in the desert rise, Manna feeds them from the skies; On they go from strength to strength, Till they reach Thy throne at length, At Thy feet adoring fall, Who hast led them safe through all. Lord, be mine this prize to win, Guide me through a world of sin, Keep me by Thy saving grace, Give me at Thy side a place; Sun and shield alike Thou art, Guide and guard my erring heart. Grace and glory flow from Thee; Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.

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Psalms 84:1

• [Psa 84:1] How Dear To Me, O Lord Of Hosts

  How dear to me, O Lord of Hosts, The place where Thou dost dwell; The tabernacles of Thy grace In pleasantness excel. My spirit longs, yea, even faints, Thy sacred courts to see; My thirsting heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for Thee. Beneath Thy care the sparrow finds A place of peaceful rest; Where she may safely lay her young The swallow finds a nest. Then, Lord of Hosts, my King, my God, Thy love will shelter me; Beneath Thy altar’s peaceful shade My dwelling place shall be. Blest they who dwell within Thy house, Their perfect strength Thou art; Their joyful praise shall never cease, Thy ways are in their heart. Their tears of grief, like early rain, Sweet springs of joy shall fill; With strength renewed they journey safe To Zion’s holy hill.

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• [Psa 84:1] How Lovely Are Thy Dwellings Fair

  How lovely are Thy dwellings fair, O Lord of hosts; how dear The pleasant tabernacles are Where Thou dost dwell so near! Happy, who in Thy house reside, Where Thee they ever praise! Happy, whose strength in Thee doth bide, And in their hearts Thy ways! They journey on from strength to strength With joy and gladsome cheer, Till all before our God at length In Zion doth appear. Lord God of hosts that reign’st on high, That man is truly blest Who only on Thee doth rely, And in Thee only rest.

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• [Psa 84:1] How Lovely Is Thy Dwelling Place

  How lovely is Thy dwelling place, O Lord of hosts to me! The tabernacles of Thy grace How pleasant, Lord, they be! My thirsty soul longs ardently, Yes, faints Thy courts to see; My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for Thee. Behold the sparrow findeth out A house wherein to rest; The swallow also, for herself, Provided hath a nest. Ee’n Thine own altars, where she safe Her young ones forth may bring, O Thou, almighty Lord of hosts, Who art my God and King. Blest are they in Thy house that dwell, They ever give Thee praise, Blest is the man whose strength Thou art, In whose heart are Thy ways.

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• [Psa 84:1] Lord Of The Worlds Above

  Lord of the worlds above, how pleasant and how fair The dwellings of Thy love, Thine earthly temples are! To Thine abode, my heart aspires with warm desires To see my God. The sparrow for her young with pleasure seeks a nest, And wand’ring swallows long to find their wonted rest: My spirit faints With equal zeal to rise and dwell Among thy saints. O happy souls that pray where God appoints to hear! O happy men that pay their constant service there! They praise Thee still; and happy they that love the way To Zion’s hill. They go from strength to strength, through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, till each in heaven appears; O glorious seat, when God, our King, shall thither bring Our willing feet! To spend one sacred day where God and saints abide, Affords diviner joy than thousand days beside: Where God resorts, I love it more to keep the door Than shine in courts. God is our Sun and Shield, our Light and our Defense; With gifts His hands are filled; we draw our blessings thence. He shall bestow on Jacob’s race peculiar grace And glory too. The Lord his people loves; His hand no good withholds From those his heart approves, From pure and pious souls: Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, whose spirit trusts Alone in Thee.

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• [Psa 84:1] O God Of Hosts, The Mighty Lord

  O God of hosts, the mighty Lord, How lovely is the place Where Thou, enthroned in glory, show’st, The brightness of Thy face. O Lord of hosts, my King and God, How highly blest are they Who in Thy temple always dwell, And there Thy praise display. Thrice happy they whose choice has Thee Their sure protection made; Who long to tread the sacred ways That to Thy dwelling lead. For in Thy courts one single day ’Tis better to attend, Than, Lord, in any place besides A thousand days to spend. For God, who is our Sun and Shield, Will grace and glory give; And no good thing will He withhold From them that justly live. Thou God, whom heav’nly host obey, How highly blest is he Whose hope and trust, securely placed, Is still reposed on Thee.

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• [Psa 84:1] O Lord Of Hosts, How Lovely

  O Lord of hosts, how lovely the place where Thou dost dwell! Thy tabernacles holy in pleasantness excel. My soul is longing, fainting, Jehovah’s courts to see; My heart and flesh are crying, O living God for Thee. Behold the sparrow findeth a house in which to rest, The swallow has discovered where she may build her nest; And where, securely sheltered, her young she forth may bring; So Lord of hosts, Thine altars I seek, my God, my King. Blest who Thy house inhabit, they ever give Thee praise. Blest all whom Thou dost strengthen, who love the sacred ways. Who pass through Baca’s valley, and make in it a well; There rains in shower abundant the pools with water fill. So they from strength unwearied go forward unto strength, Till they appear in Zion, before the Lord at length. O hear, Lord God of Jacob, to me an answer yield; The face of Thine anointed, behold, O God, our Shield. One day excels a thousand, if spent Thy courts within; I’ll chose Thy threshold rather than dwell in tents of sin. Our Sun and Shield Jehovah, will grace and glory give; No good will He deny them that uprightly do live.

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Psalms 3:1

• [Psa 3:1] My God, How Many Are My Fears

  My God, how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. The lying tempter would persuade There’s no relief in Heav’n; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiv’n. But Thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. I cried, and from His holy hill He bowed a listening ear; I called my Father, and my God, And He subdued my fear. He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wondered at the grace That guarded my repose. What though the hosts of death and hell All armed against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. Arise, O Lord, fulfill Thy grace, While I Thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent’s teeth, And death has lost his sting. Salvation to the Lord belongs; His arm alone can save; Blessings attend Thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.

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• [Psa 3:1] O Lord, How Are My Foes Increased

  O Lord, how are my foes increased! Against me many rise; How many say, in vain for help He on his God relies. Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord, My Savior, O Most High, The Lord from out His holy hill Gives answer when I cry. I laid me down and slept, I waked, Because the Lord sustains; Though many thousands compass me, Unmoved my soul remains. Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; For Thou hast owned my cause; And oft hast beaten down my foes Who scorn Thy righteous laws. Salvation to the Lord belongs, In Him His saints are blest; O let Thy blessing evermore Upon Thy people rest.

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• [Psa 3:1] O Lord, How Many They

  O Lord, how many they Who deeply trouble me; How greatly are they multiplied Who do me injury. There is no help for him, No help in God, they say; Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord, Thou art my certain Stay. I called to God, He heard From out His holy hill. I fell asleep, I woke in peace, For He sustained me still. Arise and save, O Lord, For Thou didst smite my foe. Salvation cometh from the Lord; His saints His blessings know.

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Psalms 3:1

• [Psa 3:1] My God, How Many Are My Fears

  My God, how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. The lying tempter would persuade There’s no relief in Heav’n; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiv’n. But Thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. I cried, and from His holy hill He bowed a listening ear; I called my Father, and my God, And He subdued my fear. He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wondered at the grace That guarded my repose. What though the hosts of death and hell All armed against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. Arise, O Lord, fulfill Thy grace, While I Thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent’s teeth, And death has lost his sting. Salvation to the Lord belongs; His arm alone can save; Blessings attend Thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.

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• [Psa 3:1] O Lord, How Are My Foes Increased

  O Lord, how are my foes increased! Against me many rise; How many say, in vain for help He on his God relies. Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord, My Savior, O Most High, The Lord from out His holy hill Gives answer when I cry. I laid me down and slept, I waked, Because the Lord sustains; Though many thousands compass me, Unmoved my soul remains. Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; For Thou hast owned my cause; And oft hast beaten down my foes Who scorn Thy righteous laws. Salvation to the Lord belongs, In Him His saints are blest; O let Thy blessing evermore Upon Thy people rest.

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• [Psa 3:1] O Lord, How Many They

  O Lord, how many they Who deeply trouble me; How greatly are they multiplied Who do me injury. There is no help for him, No help in God, they say; Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord, Thou art my certain Stay. I called to God, He heard From out His holy hill. I fell asleep, I woke in peace, For He sustained me still. Arise and save, O Lord, For Thou didst smite my foe. Salvation cometh from the Lord; His saints His blessings know.

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