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PSALM LXI.

Oppress'd with grief, in exile loft,
To Thee from Judah's utmost coast
My voice, eternal God, I send:
O hear my plaint; my pray'r attend.
High on the rock my footsteps rear;
There let me stand unmov'd, and hear
The storms, that now around me beat,
At distance roll beneath my feet.
Thee, Lord, I seek, whene'er my foes
With dire intent my path inclose,
And own thee in the dang'rous hour
My stedfast Hope, my strongest Tow'r.
Remote from fear, within thy shrine
Thou, Lord, my dwelling shalt assign;
Thy wings shall wrap me in their shade;
Thou, Thou hast heard me when I pray'd,
And yielded to my wish the joys
Of Those whose care thy Will employs.
Long Life shall Israel's King behold,
And ages count on ages roll'd:
Safe in thy presence let him stand,
And share the blessings of thy hand;
His dwelling let thy Truth defend,
Thy Mercy on his steps attend.
So shall thy Love awake my song,
Thy Name the willing note prolong,
While, warm'd with zeal, my vows I pay,
And bless thee to my latest day.