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Lord, keep me, for I trust in thee,
and do confess indeed,
Thou art my God, and of my goods
Thou hast not any need:
Therefore I give them to the saints
that in the world do dwell;
Namely, unto the faithful flock
in virtue that excel.
Their sorrows shall be multiplied,
who run so hastily,
To offer to the idol gods,
That are but vanity.
As for their bloody sacrifice
and off'rings of that sort,
I will not touch, neither thereof
shall my lips make report.
For why? the Lord the portion is
of mine inheritance;
And he it is that doth preserve
my lot from all mischance.
The place wherein my lot is fall'n
in beauty doth excel;
My heritage assigned to me
doth please me wond'rous well.
I thank the Lord that caus-ed me
to understand the right:
For by this means my secret thoughts
do teach me in the night.
I set the Lord still in my sight,
and trust him over all;
For he doth stand on my right hand,
therefore I shall not fall.
Wherefore my heart and tongue also
rejoice exceedingly;
My flesh likewise doth rest in hope
to rise again: for why?
Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell
because thou lovest me;
Nor yet wilt give thy Holy One
corruption for to see:
But wilt me show the way to life,
where there is joy in store;
And where at thy right hand there are
pleasures for evermore.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 16;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1812 | # 16 |
MUSIC
Name:
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BARCLAY
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 407 | A |
echo ' | ';
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