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Ps 57:8-11 Awake, my
soul! Awake, harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.
I will praise you, O Lord, among the nations; I
will sing of you among the peoples. For great is
your love, reaching to the heavens; your
faithfulness reaches to the skies. Be exalted, O God,
above the heavens; let your glory be over all
the earth.. |