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O'twas a joyful sound to hear
Through all the changing scenes of life
Thy uncontroll'd dominion shall
To God, in whom I trust
To God, the mighty Lord
Ye boundless realms of joy
Ye saints and servants of the Lord
When I pour out my soul in prayer
.. 3, II.;
118, m.; 145, II.
To God I made my prayer, He heard me from His holy hill,
Why should I now despair? Guarded by Him, I laid me down
My sweet repose to take;
He only can defend;
THE Tempter to my soul hath said,
Lord! lift Thou up Thy servant's head,
He heard me from His holy hill;
He beckon'd, and the winds were still.
Thou, Lord, my spirit didst sustain;
His presence guards His people's path.