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The birds that build on high,
on hills and out of sight,
And beasts that in the fields do lie,
are subject to my might,
Then, though I hungered sore,
what need I ought of thine;
Since that the earth with her great store;
and all therein is mine?
To bulls' flesh have I mind
to eat it, dost thou think
Or such a sweetness do I find
the blood of goats to drink!
Give to the Lord his praise,
with thanks to him apply,
And see thou pay thy vows always
unto the God most high:
Then seek and call to me
when ought would work thee blame;
And I will sure deliver thee,
that thou may'st praise my Name.
But to the wicked train,
who talk of God each day,
And yet their works are foul and vain,
to them the Lord will say;
With what face darest thou
my word once speak or name;
Why do thy words my law allow,
thy deeds deny the same?
Whereas for to amend
thy life thou art so slack;
My word, the which thou dost pretend,
is cast behind thy back,
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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 50:11-18;
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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 | # 50 |
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