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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Lord, I will bless thee all my days, Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue; My soul shall glory in thy grace, While saints rejoice to hear the song. Come, magnify the Lord with me, Come, let us all exalt his name; I sought th'eternal God, and he Has not exposed my hope to shame. I told him all my secret grief, My secret groaning reached his ears; He gave my inward pains relief; And calmed the tumult of my fears. To him the poor lift up their eyes, Their faces feel the heav'nly shine; A beam of mercy from the skies Fills them with light and joy divine. His holy angels pitch their tents Around the men that serve the Lord; O fear and love him, all his saints, Taste of' his grace, and trust his word. The wild young lions, pinched with pain And hunger, roar through all the wood; But none shall seek the Lord in vain, Nor want supplies of real good. Children, in years and knowledge young, Your parents' hope, your parents' joy, Attend the counsels of my tongue, Let pious thoughts your minds employ. If you desire a length of days, And peace to crown your mortal state, Restrain your feet from impious ways, Your lips from slander and deceit. The eyes of God regard his saints, His ears are open to their cries; He sets his frowning face against The sons of violence anti lies. To humble souls and broken hearts God with his grace is ever nigh; Pardon and hope his love imparts, When men in deep contrition lie. He tells their tears, he counts their groans, His Son redeems their souls from death; His Spirit heals their broken bones, They in his praise employ their breath.
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