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[Full oft Thou hast my helper been]

Thou hast thrust sore at me that I might fall, &c. —cxviii. 13.

Full oft Thou hast my helper been,
When sorely by the world assail'd,
By Satan, and my bosom sin,
My goings, Lord, had well-nigh fail'd:
Thou hast, in honour of Thy name,
Snatch'd me out of the lion's teeth,
Pluck'd as a brand out of the flame,
And saved my soul from endless death.