37 ~ O Sing, My Soul, Your Maker's Praise
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O sing my soul, your Maker's praise In grateful hymns ascending; Whose steadfast love has crowned your days With heav'nly gifts unending. I sought the Lord, He heard my cry; His holy angels hover nigh The tents of those who love Him.
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The Lord is good to those who seek His face in time of sorrow, Pro'viding comfort to the weak And grace for each tomorrow. Though grief may tarry for a night, The morn shall break in joy and light With blessings from His presence.
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The Lord will turn His face in peace When troubled souls draw near Him; His lovingkindness shall not cease To those who trust and fear Him. Our God will not forsake His own; Eternal is His heav'nly throne; His kingdom stands forever.