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My blood like water's spilled, my joints
are racked and out of frame;
My heart dissolves within my breast,
like wax before the flame;
My strength like potter's earth is parched,
my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And to the silent shades of death
my fainting soul withdraws.
Like blood-hounds, to surround me,
they in packed assemblies meet;
They pierced my inoffensive hands,
they pierced my harmless feet.
My body's racked, till all my bones
distinctly may be told:
Yet such a spectacle of woe
as pastime they behold.
As spoil, my garments they divide,
lots for my vesture cast:
Therefore approach, O Lord, my strength,
and to my succor haste.
From their sharp sword protect thou me,
of all but life bereft!
Nor let my darling in the pow'r
of cruel dogs be left.
To save me from the lion's jaws
thy present succor send;
As once, from goring unicorns
thou didst my life defend.
Then to my brethren I'll declare
the triumphs of thy Name,
In presence of assembled saints
thy glory, thus proclaim:
"Ye worshippers of Jacob's God,
all you of Israel's line,
O praise the Lord, and to your praise
sincere obedience join."
"He ne'er disdained on low distress
to cast a gracious eye;
Nor turned from poverty his face,
but hears its humble cry."
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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 22:14-24;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Year
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| 1821 | # 22 |
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