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Deceitful thoughts and practices
I utterly detest;
But to thy law affection bear
too great to be expressed.
My hiding-place, my refuge-tow'r,
and shield art thou, O Lord;
I firmly anchor all my hopes
on thy unerring word.
Hence ye that trade in wickedness,
approach not my abode;
For firmly I resolve to keep
the precepts of my God.
According to thy gracious word
from danger set me free;
Nor make me of those hopes ashamed
that I repose on thee.
Uphold me, so shall I be safe,
and rescued from distress;
To thy decrees continually
my just respect address.
The wicked thou hast trod to earth,
who from thy statutes strayed;
Their vile deceit the just reward
of their own falsehood made.
The wicked from thy holy land
thou dost like dross remove;
I therefore, with such justice charmed,
thy testimonies love.
Yet with that love they make me dread,
lest I should so offend,
When on transgressors I behold
thy judgments thus descend.
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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 119:113-120;
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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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