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My soul, oppressed with deadly care,
close to the dust does cleave;
Revive me, Lord, and let me now
thy promised aid receive.
To thee I still declared my ways,
who didst incline thine ear:
O teach me then my future life
by thy just laws to steer.
If thou wilt make me know thy laws,
and by their guidance walk,
The wondrous works which thou hast done
shall be my constant talk.
But see, my soul within me sinks,
pressed down with weighty care;
Do thou, according to thy word,
my wasted strength repair.
Far, far from me be all false ways
and lying arts removed!
the path by thee approved.
But kindly grant I still may keep.
Thy faithful ways, thou God of truth,
my happy choice I've made;
Thy judgments, as my rule of life,
before me always laid.
My care has been to make my life
with thy commands agree;
from shame and ruin free.
O then preserve thy servant, Lord,
So in the way of thy commands
shall I with pleasure run,
And, with a heart enlarged with joy,
successfully go on.
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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 119:25-32;
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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 | # 119 |
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