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[So oft preserved in perils pass'd]
David said in his heart, I shall now perish, &c.
—xxvii. 1.
So oft preserved in perils pass'd,
Why should I despond at last,
And cast my faith away?
I cannot help this abject fear,
For still the hellish Saul is near
My hunted soul to slay.
Why should I despond at last,
And cast my faith away?
I cannot help this abject fear,
For still the hellish Saul is near
My hunted soul to slay.
Thou seest my feebleness of heart;
Do not, do not, Lord, depart
In life's extremity;
But stand another hour between,
Another hour my weakness screen,
And take my soul to Thee.
Do not, do not, Lord, depart
In life's extremity;
But stand another hour between,
Another hour my weakness screen,
And take my soul to Thee.
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