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Since godly men decay, O Lord,
do thou my cause defend;
For scarce these wretched times afford
one just and faithful friend.
One neighbor now can scarce believe
what t'other doth impart:
With flattering lips they all deceive,
and with a double heart.
But lips that with deceit abound
can never prosper long;
God's righteous vengeance will confound
the proud blaspheming tongue.
In vain those foolish boasters say,
"Our tongues are sure our own;
"With doubtful words we will betray,
and be controlled by none."
For God, who hears the suff'ring poor,
and their oppression knows,
Will soon arise and give them rest,
in spite of all their foes.
The word of God shall still abide,
and void of falsehood be,
As is the silver, sev'n times tried,
from drossy mixture free.
The promise of his aiding grace
shall reach the purposed end;
His servants from this faithless race
he ever shall defend.
Then shall the wicked be perplexed,
nor know which way to fly;
When those, whom they despised and vexed,
shall be advanced on high.
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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 12;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Year
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| 1821 | # 12 |
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