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Deus est qui cuncta gubernat.
Except the
Lord the City keep,
The Watchman watches but in vain;
The Adversary in will creep,
And hardly be got out again.
The Watchman watches but in vain;
The Adversary in will creep,
And hardly be got out again.
So close his Stratagems are laid,
So deep and many are his Wiles,
The Sentinel's by him betray'd,
And he the Watchman too beguiles.
So deep and many are his Wiles,
The Sentinel's by him betray'd,
And he the Watchman too beguiles.
Sometimes Truth's Colours up he sets,
As if indeed a Friend he were,
And by that Practice in he gets,
Before his Falshood doth appear.
As if indeed a Friend he were,
And by that Practice in he gets,
Before his Falshood doth appear.
And, which is worst, within are some,
That always treacherous have been,
Who when he to the Gate doth come,
Too ready are to let him in.
That always treacherous have been,
Who when he to the Gate doth come,
Too ready are to let him in.
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Lord! Thou art He in whom I trust,
On whom my Safety doth depend;
Thou only canst subdue the Lust,
Thou only canst the Place defend.
On whom my Safety doth depend;
Thou only canst subdue the Lust,
Thou only canst the Place defend.
My Weakness, Lord, I daily find,
'Tis Thou alone sufficient art,
To Thee therefore, I have resign'd
The Care and keeping of my Heart.
'Tis Thou alone sufficient art,
To Thee therefore, I have resign'd
The Care and keeping of my Heart.
Be Thou Commander there in chief,
Place Thou the Guard, the Watchman set,
At each Assault send Thou Relief,
Let Satan no Advantage get.
Place Thou the Guard, the Watchman set,
At each Assault send Thou Relief,
Let Satan no Advantage get.
Put Thou the Enemy to flight,
Break Thou his Strength, his Works destroy,
Discomfit Thou his Forces quite,
And fill my Soul with lasting Joy.
Break Thou his Strength, his Works destroy,
Discomfit Thou his Forces quite,
And fill my Soul with lasting Joy.
Take too a Course with those within,
That would the Place to him betray,
Burn up the Ground that brings forth Sin,
And the rebellious Nature slay.
That would the Place to him betray,
Burn up the Ground that brings forth Sin,
And the rebellious Nature slay.
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Then shall I praise Thy holy Name,
And Hallelujahs to Thee sing,
My Tongue and Pen extend Thy Fame,
Who art my God, and Sion's King.
And Hallelujahs to Thee sing,
My Tongue and Pen extend Thy Fame,
Who art my God, and Sion's King.
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