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Thee will I love, O Lord, my might, my rock, my help, my saving pow'r,
My God, my trust, my shield in fight, my great salvation, my high tow'r!
To the Eternal is my prayer, To whom all praise we owe;
So shall I by His watchful care, Safely be guarded from my foe.

In my distress I called on God, To the Eternal raised my prayer;
My voice He from His temple heard, My cry ascended to His ear.
He bowed the heav'ns His high abode, Came in the dark of night;
He on a cherub swiftly rode, And on the wings of wind His flight.

His deadly shafts around He threw, His foes dispersed in wild retreat;
Like burning darts His lightnings flew, Scattering them in sore defeat.
He sent from heav'n and rescued me From waters swelling high;
From those that hate me set me free, And foes that stronger were than I.

For who but God should be adored; Who but our God can us befriend?
Who is a rock besides the Lord; Who else is able to defend?
On the Eternal I relied, And over foes prevailed;
With the Almighty on my side, Their lofty walls I fearless scaled.