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Preserve me, Lord, from crafty foes
of treacherous intent;
And from the sons of violence,
on open mischief bent.
Their sland'ring tongue the serpent's sting
in sharpness does exceed;
Between their lips the gall of asps
and adders' venom breed.
Preserve me, Lord, from wicked hands,
nor leave my soul forlorn,
A prey to sons of violence,
who have my ruin sworn.
The proud for me have laid their snare,
and spread their wily net;
With traps and gins**, where'er I move,
I find my steps beset,
But thus environed with distress,
thou art my God, I said;
Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
that calls to thee for aid.
O Lord, the God, whose saving strength
kind succor did convey,
And covered my advent'rous head
in battle's doubtful day:
Permit not their unjust designs
to answer their desire;
Lest they, encouraged by success,
to bolder crimes aspire.
Let first their chiefs the sad effects
of their injustice mourn:
The blast of their envenomed breath
upon themselves return.
Let them who kindled first the flame
its sacrifice become;
The pit, they digged for me be made
their own untimely tomb.
Tho slander's breath may raise a storm,
it quickly will decay;
Their rage does but the torrent swell
that bears themselves away.
God will assert the poor man's cause,
and speedy succor give;
The just shall celebrate his praise,
and in his presence live.
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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 140;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1821 | # 140 |
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