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What is the cause that thou, O Lord,
so far off now dost stand
Why hidest thou thy face in time
when trouble is at hand
The poor do perish by the proud
and wicked men's desire;
Let them be taken in the craft
which they themselves conspire.
For in the lust of his own heart
th' ungodly doth delight;
So doth the wicked praise himself,
and doth the Lord despite.
He is so proud, that right and wrong
he setteth all apart;
Nay, nay, there is no God, saith he,
for thus he thinks in heart.
Because his ways do prosper still,
he doth thy laws neglect;
And with a blast doth puff against
such as would him correct.
Tush, tush, saith he, I have no dread,
lest my estate should change;
And why? for all adversity
to him is very strange.
His mouth is full of cursedness,
of fraud, deceit, and guile;
Under his tongue there nothing is
but what is base and vile.
He lieth hid in ways and holes
to slay the innocent;
Against the poor that pass by him
his cruel eyes are bent.
And, like a lion, privily
lies lurking in his den,
That he may snare them in his net,
and spoil poor harmless men.
With cunning craft and subtlety
he croucheth down alway;
So are great heaps of poor men made
by his strong pow'r a prey.
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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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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 10:1-10;
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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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| 1812 | # 10 |
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