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                        Thee Will I Love, O Lord


1.   Thee will I love, O Lord, my might, my rock, my help, my saving pow'r,
     My God, my trust, my shield in fight, my great salvation, my high tow'r!
     To the Eternal is my prayer, to whom all praise we owe; So shall I by His
     watchful care safely be guarded from my foe.

2.   In my distress I called on God, to the Eternal raised my prayer; My voice
     He from His temple heard; my cry ascended to His ear. He bowed the
     heav'ns His high abode, came in the dark of night; He on a cherub swiftly
     rode, and on the wings of wind His flight.

3.   His deadly shafts around He threw; His foes dispersed in wild retreat; Like
     burning darts His lightnings flew, scattering them in sore defeat. He sent
     from heav'n and rescued me from waters swelling high; From those that
     hate me set me free, and foes that stronger were than I.

4.   For who but God should be adored? Who but our God can us befriend?
     Who is a rock besides the Lord? Who else is able to defend? On the Eternal
     I relied, and over foes prevailed; With the Almighty on my side, their lofty
     walls I fearless scaled.