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Poem	v.17-21 C. M. Public praise for deliverance from death. Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry And rescued from the grave; Now shall he live; and none can die, If God resolve to save. Thy praise, more constant than before, Shall fill his daily breath; Thy hand, that hath chastised him sore, Defends him still from death. Open the gates of Zion now, For we shall worship there; The house where all the righteous go Thy mercy to declare. Among th' assemblies of thy saints Our thankful voice we raise; There we have told thee our complaints, And there we speak thy praise.
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