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Shew mercy, Lord, to me, for man
would swallow me outright;
He me oppresseth, while he doth
against me daily fight.
They daily would me swallow up
that hate me spitefully;
For they be many that do fight
against me, O most High.
When I’m afraid I’ll trust in thee:
In God I’ll praise his word;
I will not fear what flesh can do,
my trust is in the Lord.
Each day they wrest my words; their thoughts
’gainst me are all for ill.
They meet, they lurk, they mark my steps,
waiting my soul to kill.
But shall they by iniquity
escape thy judgments so?
O God, with indignation down
do thou the people throw.
My wand’rings all what they have been
thou know’st, their number took;
Into thy bottle put my tears:
are they not in thy book?
My foes shall, when I cry, turn back;
I know’t, God is for me.
In God his word I’ll praise; his word
in God shall praised be.
In God I trust; I will not fear
what man can do to me.
Thy vows upon me are, O God:
I’ll render praise to thee.
Wilt thou not, who from death me sav’d,
my feet from falls keep free,
To walk before God in the light
of those that living be?
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Ps 56;
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