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Thou art our Shield and our defence,
Whatever path we trace;
Our buckler is thy providence,
Our happiness thy grace.
One day devoted to thy praise
Within thy courts, O Lord,
More than a thousand common days,
Doth bring a rich reward.
Through thee in weakness we are bold,
To thee in danger flee;
While no good thing wilt thou withhold
From those who upright be.
O Lord of hosts, supremely blest
Are those who thee adore:
They shall obtain eternal rest,
When this vain world is o’er.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 84:10-12;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1853 | # 565 |
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