The Sixty-First Psalm

Wilt thou listen, O God! to my prayer;
Unto thee for relief will I cry.
Lead my heart, overwhelmed with despair,
To the Rock that is higher than I.

O, thou Refuge for all the oppressed,
Thy praises, O Lord, I will sing:
Thou art ever my shelter of rest;
I will trust in the shade of thy wing.

For my prayer, O my God, thou wilt hear,
And a blessed inheritance give
To those who shall serve thee with fear,
And in holy obedience live.
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