He frees the souls condemned to death,
And when his saints complain,
It shan’t be said, “That praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.”
Psalm 102 Poetry Part II
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He frees the souls condemned to death,
And when his saints complain,
It shan’t be said, “That praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.”
As the deer pants for the water brooks, So pants my soul for You, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in His word I put my hope