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Lord hear my pray'r, and to my cry
thy wonted audience lend;
In thy accustomed faith and truth
a gracious answer send.
Nor at thy strict tribunal bring
thy servant to be tried;
For in thy sight no living man
can e'er be justified.
The spiteful foe pursues my life,
whose comforts all are fled;
He drives me into caves as dark
as mansions of the dead.
My spirit therefore is o'erwhelmed,
and sinks within my breast;
My mournful heart grows desolate,
with heavy woes oppressed.
I call to mind the days of old,
and wonders thou hast wrought:
My former dangers and escapes
employ my musing thought.
To thee my hands in humble pray'r
I fervently stretch out;
My soul for thy refreshment thirsts,
like land oppressed with drought,
Hear me with speed; my spirit fails;
thy face no longer hide,
Lest I become forlorn, like them
that in the grave reside.
Thy kindness early let me hear,
whose trust on thee depends;
Teach me the way where I should go;
my soul to thee ascends.
Do thou, O Lord, from all my foes
preserve and set me free;
A safe retreat against their rage
my soul implores from thee.
Thou art my God, thy righteous will
instruct me to obey;
Let thy good Spirit lead and keep
my soul in thy right way.
O! for the sake of thy great name,
revive my drooping heart;
For thy truth's sake, to me, distressed,
thy promised aid impart.
In pity to my suff'rings, Lord,
reduce my foes to shame;
Slay them that persecute a soul
devoted to thy name.
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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 143;
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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 | # 143 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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LLOYD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 50 | Eb | | # 79 | Eb | | # 29 | F | | # 230 | No key |
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