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My soul is sad and much dismayed See




My soul is sad and much dismayed;
See, Lord, what legions of my foes,
With fierce Apollyon at their head,
My heav’nly pilgrimage oppose!


See, from the over-burning lake
How like a smoky cloud they rise!
With horrid blasts my soul they shake,
With storms of blasphemies and lies.


Their fiery arrows reach the mark,
My throbbing heart with anguish tear;
Each lights upon a kindred spark,
And finds abundant fuel there.


I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord;
O, I would drive it from my breast,
With Thy own sharp two-edged sword,
Far as the east is from the west!


Come then, and chase the cruel host,
Heal the deep wounds I have received!
Nor let the pow’rs of darkness boast
That I am foiled, and Thou art grieved!

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1779
      Bible Refs: Eph 6:16; Rev 9:11;
      MUSIC
      Name: ABBOTSFORD
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1608
        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 206F

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