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To God, with mournful voice,
in deep distress I prayed;
Made him the umpire of my cause,
my wrongs before him laid.
Thou didst my steps direct,
when my grieved soul despaired;
For where I thought to walk secure,
they had their traps prepared.
I looked, but found no friend
to own me in distress:
All refuge failed, no man vouchsafed
his pity or redress.
To God at last I prayed;
thou, Lord, my refuge art,
My portion in the land of life,
till life itself depart.
Reduced to greatest straits,
to thee I make my moan:
O save me from oppressing foes,
for me too pow'rful grown.
That I may praise thy name,
my soul from prison bring;
Whilst of thy kind regard to me
assembled saints shall sing.
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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 142;
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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 | # 142 |
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