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	I AM hated, Lord, by those    Who Thy holy Truth despise; Save me from my evil foes,     Lord of hosts, arise, arise!
2	Thou my rock and my defence!     Mighty tower unto Thy saints! Thee I make my confidence,     Thee I’ll trust, though nature faints.
3	Glad Thy mercies will I sing,     All Thy power and love confess; Thou hast been, O heavenly King,     My safe refuge in distress!
4	Songs with every morning’s light,     Lord, shall rise up to Thy throne; All Thy saints shall praise Thy might,     And Thy mercy shall make known.
	William Allen, 1784-1868