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HYMN 181. Saints Safety.

To God most high we lift our voice,
And sing with one accord;
For we safe always are in thee,
Our help is in the Lord.
Some trust in Men, and in their Wealth,
And Riches do embrace,
But, Lord, grant us thy saving health,
And shinings of thy face.
Thou hast put gladness in our heart
By those thy Beams divine,
Much more than they who have their part
Of Corn, of Oyl and Wine.
On thy own strength we do repose,
And thereby are secure
And safe from all most dreadful woes,
Our dwelling-place is sure,
Within the Clifts of the bless'd Rock
From whence sweet Waters flow,
And therefore will not fear that shock
That Babel will o'rethrow.
Thou hast sav'd us from wrath to come
At the most dismal day,
And wilt save us from bloody Rome,
Who would us all betray.
To him that on the Throne sits down,
And Christ the Lamb therefore,
Be blessing, glory and renown
Now and for evermore.