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THEE WILL I LOVE, 0 LORD
Dwight Armstrong
will I love, 0 Lord, my might, My rock, my help, my sav-ing pow'r,
my dis -tress I called on God, To the E - ter-nal raised my prayer;
dead-ly shafts a-round He threw, His foes dis-persed in wild re-treat;
who but God should be a-dored; Who but our God can us be-friend?
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My God, my trust, my shield in fight, My great sal-va-tion, my high
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My voice He from His tem-ple heard, My cry as-cen - ded to His ear.
Like burn-ing darts His light-nings flew, Scat-ter-ing them in sore de- feat.
Who is a rock be-sides the Lord; Who else is a - ble to de- fend?
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To the E - ter - nal is
my prayer, To whom all praise we owe;
He bowed the heav'ns His high a- bode, Came in the dark of night;
He sent from heav'nand res -cued me From wa-ters swel-ling high;
On the E- ter - nal
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re - lied, And o - ver foes pre-vailed;
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So shall I
by His watch-ful care Safe -ly be guard-ed from my foe.
He on a cher - ub swift - ly rode, And on the wings of wind His flight.
From thosethat hate me set me free, And foes that strong-er were than I.
With the Al-might-y on my side, Their loft - y walls I fear-less scaled.