Alexander Reinagle (1799-1877)
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O God, preserve me, for in Thee Alone my trust has stood; My soul has said, Thou art my Lord, My chief and only good.
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I love Thy saints, who fear Thy Name And walk as in Thy sight; They are the excellent of earth, In them is my delight.
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Their sorrows shall be multiplied Who worship aught but Thee; I share not in their offerings, Nor join their company.
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The Lord is my inheritance, The Lord alone remains The fullness of my cup of bliss; The Lord my lot maintains.
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The lines are fallen unto me In places large and fair; A goodly heritage is mine, Marked out with gracious care. |
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