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God has released my soul from those
that did with me contend;
And made a num'rous host of friends
my righteous cause defend.
For he, who was my help of old,
shall now his suppliant hear;
And punish them, whose prosp'rous state
makes them no God to fear.
Whom can I trust, if faithless men
perfidiously devise
To ruin me, their peaceful friend,
and break the strongest ties!
Though soft and melting are their words,
their hearts with war abound;
Their speeches are more smooth than oil,
and yet like swords they wound.
Do thou, my soul, on God depend,
and he shall thee sustain;
He aids the just, whom to supplant
the wicked strive in vain.
My foes, that trade in lies and blood,
shall all untimely die;
Whilst I for health and length of days
on thee, my God, rely.
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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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1696
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 55:18-23;
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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 | # 55 |
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