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PSALM 125

C. M.

The saint's trial and safety.

Unshaken as the sacred hill,

And firm as mountains be,

Firm as a rock the soul shall rest

That leans, O Lord, on thee.

Not walls nor hills could guard so well

Old Salem's happy ground,

As those eternal arms of love

That every saint surround.

While tyrants are a smarting scourge

To drive them near to God,

Divine compassion does allay

The fury of the rod.

Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,

And lead them safely on

To the bright gates of Paradise,

Where Christ their Lord is gone.

But if we trace those crooked ways

That the old serpent drew,

The wrath that drove him first to hell

Shall smite his followers too.

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