Bevan, 66.66.88. [E flat]
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1 The LORD's my shining light
And my salvation sure;
Who can fill me with fright
Or move my heart secure?
The LORD's my stronghold ever near;
Of Whom then shall I stand in fear?
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2 When adversaries came
To eat my flesh away.
Those wicked tripped in shame,
And fell to their dismay.
3 Though hosts surround, I will not quail;
And still I trust, though war assail.
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4 My one desire has been,
Still to the LORD I'll pray,
That all my days within
The LORD's house I may stay,
The LORD's own beauty to admire,
And in His temple to inquire.
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