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As the honey distills from the comb of the bees,
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And the milk flows from the woman that loves her children;
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So also is my hope on Thee, my God.
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As the fountain gushes out its water,
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So my heart gushes out the praise of the Lord and my lips utter praise to Him, and my tongue His psalms.
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And my face exults with His gladness, and my spirit exults in His love, and my soul shines in Him:
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And reverence confides in Him; and redemption in Him stands assured:
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And His inheritance is immortal life, and those who participate in it are incorrupt. Hallelujah.
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