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Psalm. 145:18.


Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat

My soul for shelter flies;

’Tis here I find a safe retreat

When storms and tempests rise.

2 My cheerful hope can never die,

If thou my God art near;

Thy grace can raise my comforts high

And banish every fear.

3 My great Protector, and my Lord!

Thy constant aid impart;

O let thy kind, thy gracious word,

Sustain my trembling heart.

4 O! never let my soul remove

From this divine retreat;

Still let me trust thy power and love,

And dwell beneath thy feet.

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