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Ye Sons of Men, a Feeble Race

Ye sons of men, a feeble race,
Exposed to every snare,
Come, make the Lord your dwelling place,
And try and trust His care.

No ill shall enter where you dwell;
Or if the plague come nigh,
And sweep the wicked down to hell,
íTwill raise His saints on high.

Heíll give His angels charge to keep
Your feet in all their ways;
To watch your pillow while you sleep,
And guard your happy days.

Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall
And dash against the stones:
Are they not servants at His call,
And sent tíattend His sons?

Adders and lions ye shall tread;
The tempterís wiles defeat;
He that hath broke the serpentís head
Puts him beneath your feet.

ďBecause on Me they set their love,
Iíll save them,Ē saith the Lord;
ďIíll bear their joyful souls above
Destruction and the sword.

ďMy grace shall answer when they call,
In trouble Iíll be nigh;
My power shall help them when they fall,
And raise them when they die.

ďThey that on earth My Name have known
Iíll honor them in Heavín;
There My salvation shall be shown,
And endless live be givín.Ē


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