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Verse 1 If God Himself be for me, I may a host defy; For when I pray, before me my foes, confounded, fly. If Christ, my Head and Master, befriend me from above, What foe or what disaster can drive me from His love? Verse 2 This I believe, yea, rather, of this I make my boast, That God is my dear Father, the Friend who loves me most, And that, whate'er betide me, my Savior is at hand Through stormy seas to guide me and bring me safe to land. Verse 3 I build on this foundation, that Jesus and His blood Alone are my salvation, the true, eternal good. Without Him all that pleases is valueless on earth; The gifts I owe to Jesus alone my love are worth. Verse 4 My Jesus is my Splendor, My Sun, my Light, alone; Were He not my Defender before God's awefull throne, I never should find favor and mercy in His sight, But be destroyed forever as darkness by the light. Verse 5 He canceled my offenses, delivered me from death; He is the Lord who cleanses my soul from sin through faith. In Him I can be cheerful, bold, and undaunted aye; In Him I am not fearful of God's great Judgment Day. Verse 6 Naught, naught, can now condemn me nor set my hope aside; Now hell no more can claim me, its fury I deride. No sentence e'er reproves me, no ill destroys my peace; For Christ, my Savior, loves me and shields me with His grace. Verse 7 His Spirit in me dwelleth, and o'er my mind He reigns. All sorrow He dispelleth and soothes away all pains. He crowns His work with blessing and helpeth me to cry, "My Father!" without ceasing, to Him who dwells on high. Verse 8 And when my soul is lying weak, trembling, and opprest, He pleads with groans and sighing that cannot be expressed; But God's quick eye discerns them, although they give no sound, And into language turns them e'en in the heart's deep ground. Verse 9 To mine His Spirit speaketh sweet word of holy cheer, How God to him that seeketh for rest is always near And how He hath erected a city fair and new, Where what our faith expected we evermore shall view. Verse 10 In yonder home doth flourish my heritage, my lot; Though here I die and perish my heaven shall fail me not. Though care my life oft saddens and causeth tears to flow, The light of Jesus gladdens and sweetens every woe....

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