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© Isaac Watts
God is the refuge of his saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.
Psalm 45 part 2
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The King of saints, how fair his face,
Adorned with majesty and grace!
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.
Psalm 45 part 1
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Now be my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Savior King,
Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are!
Psalm 45
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My Savior and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And every grace is thine.
Psalm 42 Part 1
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Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of absence from public worship.
Psalm 38
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Amidst thy wrath remember love,
Restore thy servant, Lord;
Nor let a Father's chast'ning prove
Like an avenger's sword.