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Psalm xxxi. My spirit on thy care, Blest Saviour, I recline; Thou wilt not leave me in despair, For thou art Love divine. In thee I place my trust, On thee I calmly rest; I know thee good, I know thee just, And count thy choice the best.
Whate'er events betide, Thy will they all perform; Safe in thy breast my head I hide, Nor fear the coming storm.
Let good or ill befall, It must be good for me; Secure of having thee in all, Of having all in thee.
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