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For they got not the possession of the land by their own sword: neither did their own arm save them. But thy right hand and thy arm, and the light of thy countenance: because thou wast pleased with them.

Thou art thyself my king and my God, who commandest the saving of Jacob.

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Then I will go(A) to the altar(B) of God,
    to God, my joy(C) and my delight.(D)
I will praise you with the lyre,(E)
    O God, my God.

Why, my soul, are you downcast?
    Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
    for I will yet praise him,
    my Savior and my God.(F)

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