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DELIVERANCE FROM TROUBLE.
The loving-kindness of the Lord.
His grace to thee proclaim;
And ransoms thee from death.
Whose grace hath made thee whole; Whose loving-kindness crowns thy days: O bless the Lord, my soul.
LOVE the Lord: he heard my cries,
2 I love the Lord: he bow'd his ear,
O let my heart no more despair,
3 The Lord beheld me sore distress'd;
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Till thou appear, thy members here
2 Thou dost conduct thy people
The world, with sin and Satan,
In vain our march opposes; By thee we shall break through them all, And sing the song of Moses.
3 By faith we see the glory
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Triumphing in delivering grace.
WORSHIP, and thanks, and blessing,
And to ;Jesus alone defends his own,
When earth and hell oppress us.
Our seals set to, that God is true,
2 Omnipotent Redeemer,
Our ransom'd souls adore thee; Our Saviour thou, we find it now, And give thee all the glory. We sing thine arm unshorten'd, Brought through our sore temptation: With heart and voice in thee rejoice, The God of our salvation.
3 The world's and Satan's malice,
We triumph in thy favour;
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The ever-present Saviour
our hearts we
Our hearts with love to thee o'erflow,
2 What mighty troubles hast thou shown
3 Thou who hast kept us to this hour,
Our Jesus shall from heaven descend,
He beckon'd, and the winds were still. 3 I laid me down and slept,-I woke; Thou, Lord, my spirit didst sustain ; Bright from the east the morning broke,― Thy comforts rose on me again.
God, my glory and my shield.
4 I will not fear, though armed throngs Surround my steps in all their wrath; Salvation to the Lord belongs;
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His everlasting arms of love.
HOW do thy mercies close me round!
A suff'ring life my Master led;
He had not where to lay his head. 3 But lo! a place he hath prepared
For me, whom watchful angels keep; Yea, he himself becomes my guard;
He smooths my bed, and gives me sleep. 4 Jesus protects; my fears, begone:
What can the Rock of Ages move? Safe in thy arms I lay me down,Thine everlasting arms of love.
Sin, earth, and hell, I now defy:
Thou never, never wilt forsake
A helpless worm that trusts in thee.
2 Thrice comfortable hope,
That calms my troubled breast;
Steadfast reliance upon the promises.
3 If what I wish is good,
4 Still let them counsel take
To frustrate his decree;
They cannot keep a blessing back,
5 Here then I doubt no more,