My Refuge
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I have made Thee my refuge, my terror and trembling,
And when straitly besieged I have made Thee my tower,
When to left and to right I have sought for a helper,
I could look for dear life to no aid but Thy power.
More than all earthly treasure I have made Thee my portion,
Through all cares the delight and desire of my days,
In the flood of Thy love I have rapture eternal
And prayer is but an occasion for praise.
Translated by Israel Zangwill
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