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1THOU, Lord, my witness art I am not proud of heart; Nor look with lofty eyes, None envy nor despise:
2Nor to vain pomp apply My thoughts, nor soar too high; But in behaviour mild, And as a tender child
3Weaned from his mother's breast, On thee alone I rest O Israel, adore The Lord for evermore!
4Be he the only scope Of thy unfainting hope; And in his saving grace Thy constant comfort place.
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