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1 Let me with light and truth be bless'd;
O let them to lead the way,
Till on thy holy hill I rest,
And in thy temple pray:
Fresh altars then I'll raise
To God, and songs of praise
To him, who is my only joy,
Shall all my grateful hours employ.
2 Why then cast down, my soul, and why
So much oppress'd with care?
On God, thy God, for aid rely,
Who will thy state repair:
On him alone depend,
For he's thy cov'nant friend;
The praise of him thou yet shalt sing,
Who is thy health's eternal spring.
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First Line: | Let me with light and truth be blessed |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Lord's Supper: Preparation |