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Call on me in the day of trouble: I will deliver you, and you will glorify me. Psalm 50: 15
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When my way grows drear, precious Lord linger near.
When my light is almost gone, hear my cry, hear my call, hold my hand lest I fall.
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.
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Dear God, Jesus, son of David, give me your mercy!
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