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A Thought on Psalm cxliii. 9.
Hide me, Saviour, from my sin,
From the storms that rage within;
From my guilt's corroding smart,
From the tempter's fiery dart.
From the storms that rage within;
From my guilt's corroding smart,
From the tempter's fiery dart.
Many, fierce, and sharp as steel,
Are the arrows that I feel;
Mortal as the adder's sting,
Is the venom that they bring.
Are the arrows that I feel;
Mortal as the adder's sting,
Is the venom that they bring.
Poison'd shafts of livid death,
That contaminate our breath;
Dread infusing thro' the whole,
All that can defile the soul.
That contaminate our breath;
Dread infusing thro' the whole,
All that can defile the soul.
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From them my Saviour hide,
In the cavern of thy side,
Where alone I safe can be;
There, my God, I fly to thee!
In the cavern of thy side,
Where alone I safe can be;
There, my God, I fly to thee!
There alone in calm repose,
Shelter find from all my foes;
Safe from all that would destroy,
Infant hope or infant joy.
Shelter find from all my foes;
Safe from all that would destroy,
Infant hope or infant joy.
Thus preserve me, till thy love
Shall my life from earth remove,
'Till from ev'ry toil I rest,
In the harbour of thy breast.
Shall my life from earth remove,
'Till from ev'ry toil I rest,
In the harbour of thy breast.
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