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O Lord, thou art my righteous Judge,
to my complaint give ear:
Thou still redeem'st me from distress;
have mercy, Lord, and hear.
How long will ye, O sons of men,
to blot my fame devise?
How long your vain designs pursue,
and spread malicious lies?
Consider, that the righteous man
is God's peculiar choice;
And when to him I make my pray'r,
he always hears my voice.
Then stand in awe of his commands,
flee ev'ry thing that's ill;
Commune in private with your hearts,
and bend them to his will.
The place of other sacrifice
let righteousness supply;
And let your hope, securely fixed,
on God alone rely.
While worldly minds impatient grow
more prosp'rous times to see,
Still let the glories of thy face
shine brightly, Lord, on me.
So shall my heart o'erflow with joy,
more lasting and more true,
Than theirs who stores of corn and wine
successively renew.
Then down in peace I'll lay my head,
and take my needful rest;
No other guard, O Lord, I crave,
of thy defense possessed.
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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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1696
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 4;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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