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XXXIIId | The Psalms of David#XXXIVa | XXXIVb |
1 LORD, I will bless you all my days,
Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue;
My soul shall glory in thy grace,
While saints rejoice to hear the song.
2 Come magnify the Lord with me;
Come, let us all exalt his name:
I sought th' eternal GOD, and he
Has not expos'd my hope to shame.
3 I told him all my secret grief,
My secret groanings reach'd his ears;
He gave my inward pains relief,
And calm'd the tumult of my fears.
4 To him the poor lift their eyes,
Their faces feel the heav'nly shine;
A beam of mercy from the skies,
Fills them with light and joy divine.
5 His holy Angels pitch their tents
Around the men that serve the LORD:
O fear and love him, all his saints,
Taste of his grace, and trust his word.
6 The wild young lions pinch'd with pain
And hunger, roar thro' all the wood:
But none shall seek the Lord in vain,
Nor want supplies of all real good.
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First Line: | LORD, I will bless thee all my days |
Title: | God's Care of the Saints; or, Deliverance by Prayer |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
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