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God of our life! our souls defend;
On Thee our steadfast hopes depend:
Thee, Lord, we bless, our faithful Guide,
Whose counsels o’er our life preside.
In all our acts, in each intent,
Thee to our minds, our thoughts present;
And undismay’d we see Thee stand
A tower of strength at our right hand.
For this our heart, for this our tongue,
Shall meditate the joyful song:
Hope e’en in death shall be our guest;
And smooth the pillow of our rest.
Thou from the grave thy saints shall free;
For, though their flesh corruption see,
Waking from death before their eyes
The opening paths of life shall rise.
To those blest paths thy servants lead,
That they, from all their sorrows freed,
Fulness of joy in heaven may share,
And everlasting pleasures there.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1829
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 16:8;
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