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Thou mad'st my teeming mother's womb
a living offspring bear;
When but a suckling at the breast
I was thy early care.
Thou, guardian-like, didst shield from wrongs
my helpless infant days;
And since hast been my God and guide
through life's bewildered ways.
Withdraw not then so far from me,
when trouble is so nigh;
O send me help! thy help, on which
I only can rely.
High pampered bulls, a frowning herd,
from Basan's forest met,
With strength proportioned to their rage,
have me around beset.
They gape on me, and ev'ry mouth
a yawning grave appears;
The desert lion's savage roar
less dreadful is than theirs.
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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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1821
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 22:9-13;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1821 | # 22 |
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