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For God, they think, no notice takes
of their unrighteous deeds;
never minds the suff'ring poor,
nor their oppression heeds.
But thou, O Lord, at length arise;
stretch forth thy mighty arm;
And by the greatness of thy pow'r,
defend the poor from harm.
No longer let the wicked vaunt,
and proudly boasting say,
"Tush, God regards not what we do;
he never will repay."
But sure thou seest, and all their deeds
impartially dost try;
The orphan, therefore, and the poor
on thee for aid rely.
Defenseless let the wicked fall,
of all their strength bereft;
Confound, O God, their dark designs,
till no remains are left.
Assert thy just dominion, Lord,
which shall for ever stand;
Thou, who the heathen didst expel
from this thy chosen land.
Thou dost the humble suppliants hear
that to thy throne repair;
Thou first prepar'st their hearts to pray,
and then accept'st their pray'r.
Thou in thy righteous judgment weigh'st
the fatherless and poor;
That so the tyrants of the earth
may persecute no more.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 10:11-18;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1821 | # 10 |
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