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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,
Twill raise His saints on high.

Hell 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 tattend His sons?

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

Because on Me they set their love,
Ill save them, saith the Lord;
Ill bear their joyful souls above
Destruction and the sword.

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

They that on earth My Name have known
Ill honor them in Heavn;
There My salvation shall be shown,
And endless live be givn.



         

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