You are the refuge that I seek,
I look not to Your enemies.
There is no haven but with You,
When wicked men hate and pursue.
Not in a friendly prince's court,
Is true salvation, but the Lord,
May use such means to fortify,
The saints on whom He rests His eyes.
Among Your people I will rest,
Though that's no guard against distress.
Your spirit only is my trust,
For You have raised me from the dust.
So I will follow where You lead,
I trust You will supply my needs.
With God alone I'll safely dwell,
Who drives off all the hounds of hell.
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