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| I will love Thee, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised. (Psa. 18:1‑3) |
| We thank Thee, Lord, for weary days When desert springs were dry, And first we knew what depth of need Thy love could satisfy. |
| The touch that heals the broken heart Is never felt above; His angels know His blessedness, His way-worn saints His love. |
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