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I will honor the Lord,
He pulled me from the pit;
So beloved and adored,
I construe as I sit.
He lets not foes rejoice,
For the Lord is my God;
He hears stress in my voice,
When I have become flawed.
I cry out for His aid,
He rescues when appealed;
He comforts when afraid,
Assists me to be healed.
He called me back to life,
Bringing me from the grave;
Helping me through the strife,
That sin made me its slave.
Make songs to praise the Lord,
You who belong to Him;
Remain in one accord.
For His vigor and vim.
Think of Him and give thanks,
His favor is for life;
Priceless more than the banks,
Comforting through the strife.
His anger lasts a bit,
Weeping may last the night;
Contemplate as you sit,
Joy comes by morning light.
When all is well with me,
I will not be shaken;
His insight I will see,
He has not forsaken.
I decided to search,
So I could go embrace;
I found Him in the church,
But He had hid His face.
So I let my soul praise,
With song that will not mute;
Giving Him thanks always,
All I can contribute.

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