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I WILL exalt Thee, Lord of hosts,

Charles Spurgeon (1834-1892)
Verse 1
I WILL exalt Thee, Lord of hosts, For Thou'st exalted me; Since Thou hast silenced Satan's boasts, I'll therefore boast in Thee.
Verse 2
My sins had brought me near the grave, The grave of black despair; I look'd, but there was none to save Till I look'd up in prayer.
Verse 3
In answer to my piteous cries, From hell's dark brink I'm brought: My Jesus saw me from the skies, And swift salvation wrought.
Verse 4
All through the night I wept full sore, But morning brought relief; That hand, which broke my bones before, Then broke my bonds of grief.
Verse 5
My mourning He to dancing turns, For sackcloth joy He gives, A moment, Lord, Thine anger burns, But long Thy favour lives.
Verse 6
Sing with me, then, ye favour'd men, Who long have known His grace; With thanks recall the seasons when Ye also sought His face. Charles H. Spurgeon,

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