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Help, Lord, for those
who love Thee fail,
Thy faithful ones fall
from the ranks,
And leave the liars to their tale,
False gratitude
and treacherous thanks.
Lord, may those
flattering lips be lashed,
The boasting mouths
stripped of their pride,
Those tongues
that murmur unabashed,
Who is this God?
We shall abide!
“Because the poor
have been oppressed,
And in their patience sigh alone,
I will protect them in My breast,”
The Lord has said,
“These are Mine own.”
And what He saith is purified
Like silver, sevenfold assayed.
Though by this evil age defied,
His Word of truth shall be obeyed.
His promises shall stand secure,
His saints are safe,
though ill betide,
He will protect His humble poor,
Though rogues
are honored far and wide.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 12;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BROOKFIELD (GIDEON)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1855
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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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| # 302 | Ab | | # 281 | Ab | | # 522 | D | | # 590 | D | | # 142 | Eb | | # 465 | Eb | | # 302 | Eb | | # 854 | Eb | | # 110 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 346 | G | | # 1152 | G | | # 224 | G |
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