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Judgment and justice I have loved;
O therefore, Lord, engage
In my defense, nor give me up
to my oppressors' rage.
Do thou be surety, Lord, for me,
and so shall this distress
Prove good for me; nor shall the proud
my guiltless soul oppress.
My eyes, alas! begin to fail,
in long expectance held;
Till thy salvation they behold,
and righteous word fulfilled.
To me, thy servant in distress,
thy wonted grace display,
And discipline my willing heart
thy statutes to obey.
On me, devoted to thy fear,
thy sacred skill bestow,
That of thy testimonies I
the full extent may know.
'Tis time, high time, for thee, O Lord,
thy vengeance to employ,
When men with open violence
thy sacred law destroy.
Yet their contempt of thy commands
but makes their value rise
In my esteem, who purest gold
compared with them despise.
Thy precepts therefore I account
in all respects divine;
They teach me to discern the right,
and all false ways decline.
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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 119:121-128;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Year
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