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My voice shalt thou hear betimes, O Lord, early in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee.
For thou art the thing that I long for, thou art my hope from my youth.
O be thou a place to hide me in, and compass me a∣bout with Songs of Delive∣rance.
For all the earth is full of dark∣ness,
and cruel Habita∣tions.
Set me up therefore upon the Rock that is higher than I, and I will not fear what man can do unto me.
For thou alone canst deli∣ver my Soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
Osatisfie me therefore with thy mercy, and that soon, that I may rejoice in thee all the days of my life.
Lead me forth in thy truth and learn me, for thou art the God of my Salvation; in thee shall be my hope all the day long.