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Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
Religion loses ground,
The sons of violence prevail,
And treacheries abound.
Their oaths and
promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer's part;
With fair, deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.
If we reprove some hateful lie,
How is their fury stirred
"Are not our lips our own?" they cry;
"And who shall be our Lord?"
Scoffers appear on every side,
Where a vile race of men
Is raised to seats
of power and pride,
And bears the sword in vain.
Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold;
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold;
Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given this sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?
"Yes," saith the Lord,
"now will I rise,
And make oppressors flee;
I shall appear to their surprise,
And set my servants free."
Thy word, like silver
sev'n times tried,
Through ages shall endure;
The men that in thy truth confide
Shall find the promise sure.
---Alternative verses---
Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer's part;
With fair, deceitful lips they speak,
But with a double heart.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1719
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 12; 2 Pe 3:3;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| | # 12 | | 1872 | # 12 |
MUSIC
Name:
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BINGHAM
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 18 | G |
echo ' | ';
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