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LESSON I.

T is God that girdeth me with Strength of War; and maketh my Way perfect.

He maketh my Feet like Harts Feet; and fetteth me up on high.

My Foes fhall cry, but there fhall be none to help them: Yea even unto the Lord fhall they cry, but he fhall not hear them.

For this Caufe will I give thanks unto thee, O Lord, and fing Praife unto thy Name.

LESSON II.

Unto thee, O Lord, will I lift up my Soul: My God, I have put my Truft in thee.

Lead me forth in thy Truth, and learn me; for thou art the God of my Health: In thee hath been my Hope all the Day long.

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Call to mind, O Lord, thy tender Mercy, which hath been of Old.

The Secret of the Lord is with them that fear him; and he will fhew them his Law.

LESSON III.

Hear my Voice, O Lord, when I cry unto thee; have Mercy on me and hear me.

O hide not thou thy Face from me; nor cast thy Servant from thee in thy Wrath.

Teach me thy Way, O Lord, and lead me in the right Way.

O my Soul, wait thou on the Lord; be strong and he fhall comfort thine Heart; and put thou thy Truft in the Lord.

LESSON IV.

Unto thee will I cry, O Lord, my Strength: Think no Scorn of me, left if thou make as though thou didst not hear, I be made like them that go down into the Pit.

The Lord is my Strength and my Shield, my Heart hath trufted in him, and I am helped: Therefore my Heart danceth for Joy, and in my Song will I praise him.

LESSON V.

I fought the Lord, and he heard me: Yea, he faved me out of all my Fear.

O taste and fee how good the Lord is : Blessed is the Man that trufteth in him.

O fear the Lord, ye that are his Saints: For they that fear him, want no good Thing.

The Lions do want and fuffer much: But they who feek the Lord, fhall want no manner of Thing that is good.

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