Psalms 11:2

For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

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O Mother of Perpetual Help

O Mother of Perpetual Help To thee we come imploring help. Behold us here, from far and near, To ask of thee our help to be; Behold us here, from far and near, To ask of thee our help to be. Perpetual help we beg of thee; Our souls from sin and sorrow free; Direct our wandering feet aright, And be thyself out own true light; Direct our wandering feet aright, And be thyself out own true light. And when this life is o'er for me, This last request I ask of thee: Obtain for me in heaven this grace, To see my God there face to face; Obtain for me in heaven this grace, To see my God there face to face.

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