A tune the Lord gave me for Psalm 143:8-19.
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Cause me to hear Thy lovingkindness in the morning;
For in Thee do I trust:
Cause me to know the way wherein I should walk;
For I lift up my soul unto Thee.
Deliver me, O LORD, from my enemies:
I flee unto Thee to hide me.
Teach me to do thy will, O LORD;
For Thou art my God.
Cause me to hear Thy lovingkindness in the morning;
For in Thee do I trust:
Cause me to know the way wherein I should walk;
For I lift up my soul unto Thee.
Deliver me, O LORD, from my enemies:
I flee unto Thee to hide me.
Teach me to do thy will, O LORD;
For Thou art my God.
Prince Albert, Saskatchewan, 1976
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