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That I thy strength and might may show
to them that now be here,
And that our seed thy pow'r may know
Here after many year.
O Lord, thy justice doth exceed,
thy doings all may see:
Thy works are wonderful indeed;
Oh, who is like to thee!
Thou mad'st me feel affliction sore,
and yet thou didst me save;
Yea, thou didst help, and me restore,
and took'st me from the grave.
And thou my honor dost increase,
my dignity maintain;
Yea, thou dost make all grief to cease,
and comfort'st me again.
Therefore thy faithfulness to praise
I will with viol sing;
My harp shall sound thy laud always,
O Israel's ho1y King.
My mouth will with pleasant voice
when I shall sing to thee;
Also my soul shall much rejoice,
for thou hast set me free.
My tongue thy righteousness shall sound,
I daily speak it will;
For grief and shame do them confound,
that seek to work me ill.
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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 71:19-25;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Year
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| 1812 | # 71 |
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