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I waited patiently for the Lord,
He inclined to me and heard my cry,
He drew me up from a desolate pit
Out of the miry clay
And set my feet upon a rock,
Making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
A song of praise to our God.
He put a new song in my mouth,

A song of praise to our God.


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