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Thou, Lord, my witness art
I am not proud of heart;
Nor look with lofty eyes,
None envy nor despise:
Nor to vain pomp apply
My thoughts, nor soar too high;
But in behaviour mild,
And as a tender child
Weaned from his mother's breast,
On thee alone I rest
O Israel, adore
The Lord for evermore!
Be he the only scope
Of thy unfainting hope;
And in his saving grace
Thy constant comfort place.
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LYRICS
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6 6 6 6
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 131;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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