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Great grief, O Lord, doth me assail,
some pity on me take;
My eyes wax dim, my sight doth fail,
my heart with fear doth ache.
My life is worn with grief and pain,
my years in woe are past;
My strength is gone, and through disdain
my bones corrupt and waste.
Among my foes I am a scorn,
my friends are all dismayed;
My neighbors, and my kinsmen born,
to see me are afraid.
As men once dead are out of mind,
so am I now forgot;
As little use of me they find
as of a broken pot.
I heard the brags of all the rout,
their threats my mind did fray;
How they conspired and went about
to take my life away.
But, Lord, I trust in thee for aid,
not to be overtrod;
For I confess, and still have said,
Thou art the Lord my God.
The length of all my life and age,
O Lord, is in thy hand:
Defend me from the wrath and rage
of them that me withstand.
To me, thy servant, Lord, express
and show thy joyful face,
And save me, Lord, for thy goodness,
thy mercy, and thy grace.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1562,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 31:9-16;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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YORK
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1650
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 510 | F | | # 61 | F | | # 237 | F | | # 243 | G | | # 347 | G |
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