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My refuge is the God of love:

My foes insult and cry,

Fly like a timorous, trembling dove,

(Repeat previous line twice),

To distant mountains fly,

Since I have placed my trust in God,

A refuge always nigh,

Why should I like a timorous bird,

To distant mountains fly.

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