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Protect me from my cruel foes and shield

Protect me from my cruel foes,
and shield me, Lord, from harm,
Because my trust I still repose
on thy Almighty arm.

My soul all help but thine does slight,
all gods but thee disown;
Yet can no deeds of mine requite
the goodness thou has shown.

But those that strictly virtuous are,
and love the thing that's right,
To favor always and prefer
shall be my chief delight.

How shall their sorrows be increased,
who other gods adore?
Their bloody off'rings I detest,
their very names abhor.

My lot is fall'n in that blest land
where God is truly known;
He fills my cup with lib'ral hand;
'tis he supports my throne.

In nature's most delightful scene
my happy portion lies;
The place of my appointed reign
all other lands out-vies.

Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,
whose precepts give me light,
And private counsel still afford
In sorrow's dismal night.

I strive each action to approve
to his all-seeing eye;
No dangers shall my hopes remove,
because he still is nigh.

Therefore my heart all grief defies,
my glory does rejoice;
My flesh shall rest in hope to rise,
waked by his pow'rful voice.

Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath,
my soul from hell shall free;
Nor let thy Holy One in death
the least corruption see.

Thou shall the paths of life display,
that to thy presence lead;
Where pleasures dwell without allay,
and joys that never fade.

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Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Dates: 1821
      Bible Refs: Ps 16;
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1821# 16
      Name: AZMON (DENFIELD)
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        Dates: 1828,1839
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