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Thou, Lord, my safety, Thou my light,
What danger shall my soul affright?
Strength of my life! What arm shall dare
To hurt whom Thou hast own'd thy care?

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When erst, impatient to devour,
Against me rose each hostile pow'r,
Their fierce attempts successless found,
They stumbled, fell, and bit the ground.

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Though adverse hosts the standard rear,
Thy servant shall without a fear
The gath'ring War around him see,
And fix, secure, his trust on Thee.

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Be Thou my Judge: thy searching eyes
My guiltless life have known:
On Thee my stedfast soul relies,
Nor fear of lapse shall own.

2.

O search me still; my heart, my reins,
With strictest view survey:
Thy Love, great God, my hope sustains,
Thy Truth directs my way.

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The house of guile, and seat of lies,
With studious care I shun:

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To Thee, great God, my soul shall rise;
On Thee my stedfast mind relies;
O save me, Lord, from shame and woe,
And blast the triumphs of my foe.

2.

Nor shame nor woe the heart attends,
Whose trust on Jacob 's God depends:
But grief, confusion, doubt, and fear
The souls that rashly sin shall tear.

3.

Thy paths, blest Source of light, display,
And teach my doubting steps thy way.
God of my health, from morn to eve
In Thee my hopes have learn'd to live:

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Earth, big with Empires, to thy Reign
Submits, great God, its wide domain;
Whate'er this Orb's vast bounds confine,
By just possession, Lord, is thine:

2.

That Orb amid the watry waste
Thy hands, best Architect, have plac'd,
And bid th' unfathomable Deep
Beneath its firm foundations sleep.

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Lord, who shall to thy Hill ascend?
Who suppliant at thine altars bend,
Then joyful find a sure abode,
And own the presence of his God?

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Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine!
Want shall never more be mine.
In a pasture fair and large
He shall feed his happy Charge,
And my couch with tend'rest care
'Midst the springing grass prepare:
When I faint with summer's heat,
He shall lead my weary feet
To the streams that still and slow
Through the verdant meadow flow.

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He my soul anew shall frame,
And, his mercy to proclaim,
When through devious paths I stray,
Teach my steps the better way:
Though the dreary vale I tread

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My God, my God, O tell me, why
Unheeded still ascends my cry,
Why thus from my afflicted heart
Thy presence and thy health depart.

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Eternal Lord, throughout the day
With fruitless plaint to Thee I pray;
Nor sleeps the anguish of my soul,
When night's dark shades involve the pole.

3.

Yet unimpeach'd thy Faith appears,
Thy Sanctity my heart reveres,
O Thou, to whom in homage join
The Sons of Jacob 's chosen line.

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By Thy unwearied strength upheld
To Thee the King his thanks shall yield,
And, taught by blest experience, know
What joys from Thy salvation flow.

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Thy cares his heart's desire complete;
His pray'r from Thy eternal seat,
As low to Thee his knees he bends,
In full acceptance back descends.

3.

Thou, Lord, preventive of his want,
The blessings of thy Love wilt grant,
And bid the golden circlet spread
Its purest splendors round his head.

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May He whom Heav'n and Earth obey
Regard thee in the dreadful day,
May Jacob 's Lord above thy head
His own victorious banner spread.

2.

May He from out his hallow'd shrine
Reach to thy aid the hand divine,
And strength into thy soul instill
From beauteous Sion 's favour'd hill.

3.

There may thy incense to the skies
In sweet memorial ever rise;
Thy victims there in smoke aspire,
Touch'd by his own celestial fire.

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May He thy ev'ry wish approve,

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God the Heav'ns aloud proclaim
Through their wide-extended frame,
And the Firmament each hour
Speaks the wonders of his pow'r:

2.

Day to the succeeding day
Joys the notice to convey,
And the Nights, in ceaseless round,
Each to each repeat the sound:

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Prompt, without or speech or tongue,
In his praise to form the song,
To the Lord they raise the theme,
Who of Gods is God Supreme.

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Pleas'd to hear their voice extend
Far as to her utmost end,

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Blest Object of my soul's desire,
To Thee my grateful thoughts aspire;
On Thee my stedfast hope I build;
My God, my Rest, my Rock, my Shield:

2.

The Strength of my Salvation Thee,
And Tow'r of sure defence, I see;
Protected by thy pow'rful arm,
No danger can my soul alarm:

3.

What foe shall e'er my terror raise,
While thus I pay my debt of praise,
And, as the doubtful field I tread,
To God my suppliant hands outspread?

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