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Lord lift me up and let me stay.
Our feet were ground on miry clay.
Revive us now this very day.
Divine Authority help us to obey.

Lord, we rely on You in every way.
I plant my feet on the solid Rock.
Faithfully, I join Your flock.
True belief is in Your stock.

By poetalthomas

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