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William Cowper - Olney Hymn 39: The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death
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My soul is sad, and much dismay`d; 
See, Lord, what legions of my foes, 
With fierce Apollyon at their head, 
My heavenly pilgrimage oppose. 

See, from the ever-burning lake, 
How like a smoky cloud they rise! 
With horrid blasts my soul they shake, 
With storms of blasphemies and lies. 

Their fiery arrows reach the mark, 
My throbbing heart with anguish tear; 
Each lights upon a kindred spark, 
And finds abundant fuel there. 

I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord; 
Oh! I would drive it from my breast, 
With Thy own sharp two-edged sword, 
Far as the east is from the west. 

Come, then, and chase the cruel host, 
Heal the deep wounds I have received! 
Nor let the power of darkness boast 
That I am foil`d, and Thou art grieved!
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