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422t Boswell


'Twas in the watches of the night
I thought upon Thy pow'r;
I kept Thy lovely face in sight,
Amid the darkest hour.

While I lay resting on my bed,
My soul arose on high;
My God, my life, my hope, I said,
Bring Thy salvation nigh.

I strive to mount Thy holy hill;
I walk the heav'nly road,
Thy glories all my spirit fill,
While I commune with God.


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