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982.
[Who our trust in princes place]
O put not your trust in princes, &c.
—cxlvi. 2.
Who our trust in princes place,
On broken reeds we lean;
Greatest of the sinful race,
Yet still they are but men.
Weak as helpless infancy,
From every child of man I cease,
Nothing can they add to me
Of real happiness.
On broken reeds we lean;
Greatest of the sinful race,
Yet still they are but men.
Weak as helpless infancy,
From every child of man I cease,
Nothing can they add to me
Of real happiness.
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Ease to an afflicted soul
Thy creatures cannot give,
Make a wounded spirit whole,
Or help me to believe:
Jesus, I on Thee depend,
Who canst, and wilt my sins remove,
Help, and save me to the end,
By Thine almighty love.
Thy creatures cannot give,
Make a wounded spirit whole,
Or help me to believe:
Jesus, I on Thee depend,
Who canst, and wilt my sins remove,
Help, and save me to the end,
By Thine almighty love.
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