Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call to you
I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe.
I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.
"Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!" (Mark 9:24).
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