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But Lord to my relief draw near for




But, Lord, to my relief draw near,
for never was more pressing need !
In my deliv'rance, Lord, appear,
and add to that deliv'rence speed.


Confusion on their heads return,
who to, destroy my soul combine;
Let them, defeated, blush and mourn,
ensnared in their own vile design.


Their doom let desolation be,
with shame their malice be repaid,
Who mocked my confidence in thee,
And sport of my affliction made:


While those, who humbly seek thy face,
to joyful triumphs shall be raised ;
And all. who prize thy saving grace
with me, resound, The Lord be praised.


Thus, wretched though I am and poor,
of me th'Almighty Lord takes care;
Thou, God, who only can'st restore,
to my relief with speed repair.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1821
      Bible Refs: Ps 40:14-18;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1821# 40
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