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Ye sons of men a feeble race Exposed




Ye sons of men, a feeble race,
Exposed to every snare,
Come, make the Lord
your dwelling-place,
And try and trust gracious care.


No ill shall enter where you dwell;
Or if the plague come nigh,
And sweep the wicked down to hell,
'Twill raise his saints on high.


He'll give his angels charge to keep
Your feet in all their ways;
To watch your pillow while you sleep,
And guard your happy days.


Their hands shall bear you,
lest you fall
And dash against the stones:
Are they not servants at his call,
And sent t' attend his sons?


Adders and lions ye shall tread;
The tempter's wiles defeat;
He that hath broke
the serpent's head
Puts him beneath your feet.


"Because on me they set their love,
I'll save them," saith the Lord;
"I'll bear their joyful souls above
Destruction and the sword.


"My grace shall answer
when they call,
In trouble I'll be nigh;
My power shall help them
when they fall,
And raise them when they die.


"Those that on earth
my name have known
I'll honor them in heav'n;
There my salvation shall be shown,
And endless life be giv'n."


Ye sons of men, a feeble race,
Exposed to every snare,
Come, make the Lord
your dwelling-place,
And try and trust gracious care.


---Alternative verses---


Ye sons of men, a feeble race,
Exposed to every snare,
Come, make the Lord
your dwelling-place,
And try and trust his care.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1719
      Bible Refs: Ps 91:9-16;
      MUSIC
      Name: WINDSOR
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1533,1591
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