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LINES SUGGESTED BY 124TH PSALM.
I ofttimes feel while standing there,
My soul uplifted, 'mid the throng,
Responding low to chant or prayer,
My heart again can ne'er go wrong,
When solemn words of rapture flow
From him, our pastor, guide below.
My soul uplifted, 'mid the throng,
Responding low to chant or prayer,
My heart again can ne'er go wrong,
When solemn words of rapture flow
From him, our pastor, guide below.
Then, Father, keep; give me the power,
This night the strength, the strength I need,
That I in every trying hour
In Thee may rest, to Thee may plead;
And keep me steadfast; hear my song,
My words which all to Thee belong.
This night the strength, the strength I need,
That I in every trying hour
In Thee may rest, to Thee may plead;
And keep me steadfast; hear my song,
My words which all to Thee belong.
