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O praise the Lord with one consent 135 Thy Word is to my feet a lamp
I.-(3, 4, 5. 8.) N. V.
On Thee my hopes rely;
Lift up my head on high.
Since whensoe'er in like distress His business and delight;
To God I made my prayer, Devoutly reads therein by day,
He heard me from His holy hill, And meditates by night.
Why should I now despair ? Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams,
Guarded by Him, I laid me down With timely fruit does bend,
My sweet repose to take; He still shall flourish, and success
For I through Him securely sleep, All his designs attend.
Through Him in safety wake.
He only can defend;
That on His power depend.
“There is no help in God for thee :"
My glory, shield, and solace be.
He heard me from His holy hill;
He beckon'd, and the winds were still.
Thou, Lord, my spirit didst sustain;
Thy comforts rose on me again.
Compass my steps, in all their wrath :
His presence guards His people's path.