52 (1) | Psalm 52 Version 1 | CM | |
IN vain the powers of darkness try To work the church’s ill, The Friend of sinners reigns on high, And checks them at His will. |
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2 | Though evil in their hearts may dwell, And on their tongues deceit, A word of His their pride shall quell, And all their aims defeat. |
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3 | My trust is in His grace alone; His house shall be my home, How sweet His mercies past to own, And hope for more to come. |
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Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847 |