O my dove So the church is called, for her dove-like temper, and for her dove-like condition, because she is weak, and exposed to persecution, and therefore forced to hide herself in rocks; in the secret places of the stairs In the holes of craggy and broken rocks, which resemble stairs. Let me see thy countenance Be not afraid to appear before me; let me hear thy voice Thy prayers and praises. For sweet is thy voice, &c. Thy person and services are amiable in my sight.

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