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But thou , Lord , art my shield , my glory , Thee through my story Th ' exalter of my
head I count ; Aloud I cry'd Unto Jehovah , he full soon reply'd And heard me from
his holy mount . I lay and Nept , I wak'd again , For my sustain Was the Lord .
But thou , Lord , art my shield , my glory , Thee through my story Th ' exalter of my
head I count ; Aloud I cry'd Unto Jehovah , he full soon reply'd And heard me from
his holy mount . I lay and Nept , I wak'd again , For my sustain Was the Lord .
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ORD , in thine anger do not reprehend me , Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct
; Pity me , Lord , for I am much deject , And very weak and faint ; heal and amend
me : For all my bones , that ev'n with anguish ake , 5 Are troubled , yea my soul ...
ORD , in thine anger do not reprehend me , Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct
; Pity me , Lord , for I am much deject , And very weak and faint ; heal and amend
me : For all my bones , that ev'n with anguish ake , 5 Are troubled , yea my soul ...
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O Lord of Hofts , how dear The pleasant tabernacles are , Where thou dost dwell
so near ! 2. My soul doth long and almost die Thy courts , O Lord , to see : My
heart and flesh aloud do cry , O living God , for thee . 3 There ev'n the sparrow
freed ...
O Lord of Hofts , how dear The pleasant tabernacles are , Where thou dost dwell
so near ! 2. My soul doth long and almost die Thy courts , O Lord , to see : My
heart and flesh aloud do cry , O living God , for thee . 3 There ev'n the sparrow
freed ...
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so 35 8 Lord God of Hofts , hear now my prayer ; O Jacob's God , give ear , 9
Thou God our shield , look on the face Of thy anointed dear . 10 For one day in
thy courts to be Is better , and more bleft , Than in the joys of vanity A thousand
days at ...
so 35 8 Lord God of Hofts , hear now my prayer ; O Jacob's God , give ear , 9
Thou God our shield , look on the face Of thy anointed dear . 10 For one day in
thy courts to be Is better , and more bleft , Than in the joys of vanity A thousand
days at ...
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3 Pity me , Lord , for daily thee I call ; 4. O make rejoice Thy fervant's soul ; for ,
Lord , to thee I lift my soul and voice . 5 For thou art good , thou , Lord , art prone
To pardon , thou to all Art full of mercy , thou alone To them that on thee call .
3 Pity me , Lord , for daily thee I call ; 4. O make rejoice Thy fervant's soul ; for ,
Lord , to thee I lift my soul and voice . 5 For thou art good , thou , Lord , art prone
To pardon , thou to all Art full of mercy , thou alone To them that on thee call .
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| Заглавие | The Works of the English Poets: Milton Том 5 от The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Charles Bathurst |
| Автор | Samuel Johnson |
| Сътрудници | H. Hughs, Charles Bathurst |
| Издател | H. Hughs, 1779 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 11 Окт 2007 |
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