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Amid the thronging worshippers
Jehovah will I bless,
Before my brethren, gathered there,
His Name I will confess.
Come, praise Him,
ye that fear the Lord,
Ye children of His grace,
With reverence
sound His glories forth
And bow before His face.
The burden of the sorrowful
The Lord will not despise;
He has not turned
from those that mourn,
He hearkens to their cries.
His goodness makes
me join the throng
Where saints His praise proclaim,
And there will I fulfill my vows
’Mid those who fear His Name.
He feeds with good
the humble soul
And satisfies the meek,
And they shall live
and praise the Lord
Who for His mercy seek.
The ends of all the earth
take thought,
The nations seek the Lord;
They worship Him,
the King of kings,
In earth and Heav’n adored.
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 22; Ps 22:22;
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BOVINA
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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