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Sing psalms therefore unto the Lord,
who dwells on Zion hill;
Among the people all declare
his noble acts and will.
For he is mindful of the blood
of them that be oppressed,
Forgetting not the humble man
that seeks to him for rest.
Have mercy, Lord, on me, because
my foes do yet remain;
Who from the gates of death art wont
to raise me up again:
In Zion that I may set forth
thy praise with heart and voice;
And that in thy salvation great
my soul may still rejoice.
The heathen stick fast in the pit,
which they themselves prepared;
And in the net that they did hide
their own feet are ensnared.
By judgments great the Lord is known,
whilst wicked men are caught,
And fast entangled in the work
which their own hands nave wrought.
The wicked and deceitful men
go down to hell below;
And all the people of the world
that God refuse to know.
But sure the Lord will not forget
the poor man's grief and pain;
The patient people never look
for help of him in vain.
O Lord, arise, lest men prevail,
that be of worldly might;
And let the heathen folk receive
their judgment in thy sight.
Lord, strike such terror, fear, and dread,
into their hearts, and then
They will be forcèd to confess
themselves to be but men.
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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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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 9:11-20;
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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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| 1812 | # 9 |
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