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Remember, Lord, how scornful foes
have daily urged our shame;
And how the foolish people have
blasphemed thy holy Name.
O free thy mourning turtle-dove,
by sinful crowds beset;
Nor the assembly of thy poor
forevermore forget.
Thy ancient covenant, Lord, regard,
and make thy promise good;
For now each corner of the land
is filled with men of blood.
O let not the oppressed return
with sorrow clothed and shame;
But let the helpless and the poor
for ever praise thy Name.
Arise, O God, in our behalf,
thy cause and ours maintain;
Remember how insulting fools
Each day thy Name profane!
Make thou the boastings of thy foes
for evermore to cease;
Whose insolence, if unchastised,
Will more and more increase.
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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 74:18-23;
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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 | # 74 |
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