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O keep me in thy tenderest care thy




O! keep me in thy tend'rest care;
thy shelt'ring wings stretch out,
To guard me safe from savage foes,
that compass me about.


O'ergrown with luxury, enclosed
in their own fat they lie;
And with a proud blaspheming mouth
both God and man defy.


Well may they boast, for they have now
my paths encompassed round;
Their eyes at watch, their bodies bowed,
and crouching on the ground,


In posture of a lion set,
when greedy of his prey;
Or a young lion, when he lurks
within a covert way.


Arise, O Lord, defeat their plots,
their swelling rage control;
From wicked men, who are thy sword,
deliver thou my soul.


From worldly men, thy sharpest scourge,
whose portion's here below;
Who, filled with earthly stores, desire
no other bliss to know.


Their race is num'rous that partake
their substance while they live:
Their heirs survive, to whom they may
the vast remainder give.


But I, in uprightness, thy face
shall view without control;
And, waking, shall its image find
reflected in my soul.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1696
      Bible Refs: Ps 17:8-16;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1821# 17
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