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He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall under the shadow of the Almighty lie.
The Lord whom I'll trust is my refuge, my defence,
He'll cover thee with His wings, save from pestilence.
You'll not fear terror by night, nor arrow by day,
Thousands will fall 'round thee, but no harm come thy way.
You'll see the wicked fall, and because the Most High
Is your habitation no evil will come nigh.
He'll give His angels charge o'er thee, and in your wake
They'll bear thee, you won't slip, but tread on lion and snake.
" Since he loves me, I'll deliver, set him on high -
He'll call, I'll answer, and with long life satisfy."
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