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PSALM XLIII.
See how, assail'd by Fraud, and Force,
Thy suppliant servant lies;
With justice arm'd, to check their course,
My God, my Guardian rise!
Thy suppliant servant lies;
With justice arm'd, to check their course,
My God, my Guardian rise!
Send forth thy Light, thy Truth reveal,
And teach my steps to gain
The summit of that sacred hill
Where shines fair Salem's fane.
And teach my steps to gain
The summit of that sacred hill
Where shines fair Salem's fane.
There at thy altar, placed among
Thy consecrated choir,
My voice shall pour the sacred song,
My hand shall sweep the lyre.
Thy consecrated choir,
My voice shall pour the sacred song,
My hand shall sweep the lyre.
When hopes like these, my Soul, are thine
Why bear'st thou Sorrow's load?
'Rouse thee! and hail with hymns divine
Thy Guardian, and thy God.
Why bear'st thou Sorrow's load?
'Rouse thee! and hail with hymns divine
Thy Guardian, and thy God.
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