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PSALM XXI

I WILL rejoice in the strength of the Lord:
He who shattered the spear and sword,
He who gave me my heart's desire;
For the spoiler's castle is burned with fire,
The mighty man hath bowed his head
And fallen beside his captain dead,
The bowman and the charioteer;
Pain and sorrow and doubt and fear;
Death and all his ravening horde.
I will rejoice in the strength of the Lord:
He who crowned my head with gold,
He whose sheltering wings enfold
Me the captive, me the slave.
Life I craved. " Oh, strong to save,
Strong to defend, strong to deliver,
Give me life!" And life He gave,
Long life, even for ever and ever.
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