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HE shade of His hand shall cover us

(Under the wings of His presence);

He surely will pity, trying thus

The wrongful heart, to show the righteous way.

Arise, Lord, I beseech Thee:

My help! help now, I pray;

Lord, now let our crying reach Thee.

"Forgiven," He will let us hear

(He in His secret dwelling);

His hand shall bring salvation near

The people, poor and lowly and astray.

While we to Thee be crying,

Help wondrously we pray;

Lord, now be Thou replying.