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THANKSGIVING AFTER VICTORY.
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THANKSGIVING AFTER VICTORY.
Psalm xxvii.
Jehovah is my light:
My safeguard is His might:
Then wherefore should I be of man afraid?
God is the citadel
In which by faith I dwell:
Why should I be at earth or hell dismayed?
My safeguard is His might:
Then wherefore should I be of man afraid?
God is the citadel
In which by faith I dwell:
Why should I be at earth or hell dismayed?
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What time against me rose
My fierce and impious foes,
In mid career they met their overthrow.
Should adverse hosts again
Fill the embattled plain,
Nor terror nor distrust this heart shall know.
My fierce and impious foes,
In mid career they met their overthrow.
Should adverse hosts again
Fill the embattled plain,
Nor terror nor distrust this heart shall know.
This is my cherished hope,
Of all my prayers the scope;
To dwell for ever near Jehovah's seat,—
Frequent the holy rites
In which my heart delights,
And guidance of His oracles entreat.
Of all my prayers the scope;
To dwell for ever near Jehovah's seat,—
Frequent the holy rites
In which my heart delights,
And guidance of His oracles entreat.
In time of my distress,
The sanctuary's recess
Should an asylum to my soul afford.
And what though foes assail,
I shall one day prevail,
And in his courts sing praises to the Lord.
The sanctuary's recess
Should an asylum to my soul afford.
And what though foes assail,
I shall one day prevail,
And in his courts sing praises to the Lord.
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O Lord! in mercy hear,
And for my help appear.
Hast Thou not bidden me to seek Thy face?
“I will,” my heart replied.
Thy face no longer hide,
Nor from thy throne, in wrath, Thy suppliant chase.
And for my help appear.
Hast Thou not bidden me to seek Thy face?
“I will,” my heart replied.
Thy face no longer hide,
Nor from thy throne, in wrath, Thy suppliant chase.
Through many a trying scene
Thou hast my Helper been:
Leave me not, Thou on whom my hopes depend!
Yea, though of friends bereft,
By father, mother left,
My Heavenly Parent will my cause befriend.
Thou hast my Helper been:
Leave me not, Thou on whom my hopes depend!
Yea, though of friends bereft,
By father, mother left,
My Heavenly Parent will my cause befriend.
Thy way, Thy will unfold,
And all my steps uphold.
Guide Thou my feet, for watchful are my foes.
From dark conspiracy,
O Lord, deliver me,
Nor to the perjured tongue my name expose.
And all my steps uphold.
Guide Thou my feet, for watchful are my foes.
From dark conspiracy,
O Lord, deliver me,
Nor to the perjured tongue my name expose.
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Thus faith sustained my prayer,
And saved me from despair.
Still shall I live his praise to celebrate.
Be of courageous heart;
The Lord will strength impart.
Wait on the Lord, yea, confidently wait.
And saved me from despair.
Still shall I live his praise to celebrate.
Be of courageous heart;
The Lord will strength impart.
Wait on the Lord, yea, confidently wait.
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