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For thou possessèd hast my reins,
and thou didst cover me,
Within my mother's womb, when I
was there enclosed by thee.
Thee will I praise; made fearfully
and wondrously I am;
Thy works are marvelous, right well
my soul doth know the same.
My bones they are not hid from thee,
although in secret place
I have been made, and in the earth
beneath I shapèd was.
When I was formless, then thy eye
saw me, for in thy book
Were all my members written, and
nought after fashion took.
The thoughts therefore of thee, O God,
how dear are they to me
And of them all how very great
the endless numbers be!
If I should count them, 1o, their sum
more than the sand they be;
And whensoever I awake
I present am with thee.
The wicked and ungodly thou
most certainly wilt slay:
Therefore now, all ye bloody men,
depart from me away.
These are the men, O Lord, who speak
most wickedly of thee,
And take thy Name in vain, because
thy enemies they be.
Hate I not them that hate thee, Lord,
and that in earnest wise
Am I not grievèd with all those
that up against thee rise?
I hate them with a perfect hate,
e'en as my utter foes:
Try me, O God, and know my heart,
my thoughts prove and disclose.
Consider, Lord, if wickedness
in me there any be;
And in thy way, O God my guide,
for ever lead thou me.
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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 139:11-21;
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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 | # 139 |
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