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| Strong are the walls around me, 
 
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|  | 1. | Strong are the walls around me, | 
|  |  | That hold me all the day; | 
|  |  | But they who thus have bound me, | 
|  |  | Cannot keep God away: | 
|  |  | My very dungeon walls are dear, | 
|  |  | Because the God I love is here. | 
|  | 2. | They know, who thus oppress me, | 
|  |  | 'Tis hard to be alone; | 
|  |  | But know not One can bless me, | 
|  |  | Who comes through bars and stone; | 
|  |  | He makes my dungeon's darkness | 
|  |  | bright, | 
|  |  | And fills my bosom with delight. | 
|  | 3. | Thy love, O God, restores me | 
|  |  | >From sighs and tears to praise; | 
|  |  | And deep my soul adores Thee, | 
|  |  | Nor thinks of time or place; | 
|  |  | I ask no more, in good or ill, | 
|  |  | But union with Thy holy will. | 
|  | 4. | 'Tis that which make me treasure, | 
|  |  | 'Tis that which brings me gain; | 
|  |  | Converting woe to pleasure, | 
|  |  | And reaping joy from pain. | 
|  |  | Oh, 'tis enough, whate'er befall, | 
|  |  | To know that God is All in all. |