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Text Based On Psalms Chapter 121
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from whence cometh my help.
To God My Earnest Voice I Raise
To God my earnest voice I raise,
To God my voice imploring prays;
Before His face my grief I show
And tell my trouble and my woe.
When gloom and sorrow compass me,
The path I take is known to Thee,
And all the toils that foes do lay
To snare Thy servant in his way.
O Lord, my Savior, now to Thee,
Without a hope besides, I flee,
To Thee, my shelter from the strife,
My portion in the land of life.
Be Thou my help when troubles throng,
For I am weak and foes are strong;
My captive soul from prison bring,
And thankful praises I will sing.
The righteous then shall gather round
To share the blessings I have found,
Their hearts made glad because they see
How richly God has dealt with me.
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