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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412975" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 55</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">v.1-8,16-18,22 <br>C. M.<br>Support for the afflicted and tempted soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O God, my refuge, hear my cries,<br>&quot;Behold my flowing tears;<br>For earth and hell my hurt devise,<br>And triumph in my fears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their rage is leveled at my life,<br>My soul with guilt they load,<br>And fill my thoughts with inward strife,<br>To shake my hope in God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With inward pain my heart-strings sound,<br>I groan with ev'ry breath;<br>Horror and fear beset me round<br>Amongst the shades of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O were I like a feathered dove,<br>And innocence had wings,<br>I'd fly, and make a long remove<br>From all these restless things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me to some wild desert go,<br>And find a peaceful home;<br>Where storms of malice never blow,<br>Temptations never come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vain hopes, and vain inventions all<br>To 'scape the rage of hell!<br>The mighty God on whom I call,<br>Can save me here as well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PAUSE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By morning light I'll seek his face,<br>At noon repeat my cry;<br>The night shall hear me ask his grace,<br>Nor will he long deny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God shall preserve my soul from fear,<br>Or shield me when afraid;<br>Ten thousand angels must appear,<br>If he command their aid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cast my burdens on the Lord,<br>The Lord sustains them all;<br>My courage rests upon his word,<br>That saints shall never fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My highest hopes shall not be vain,<br>My lips shall spread his praise;<br>While cruel and deceitful men<br>Scarce live out half their days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q>
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Support for the afflicted and tempted soul.

O God, my refuge, hear my cries,
&quot;Behold my flowing tears;
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.

Their rage is leveled at my life,
My soul with guilt th..."></div>
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