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Then, Lord, depart not now from me
in this my present grief,
Since I have none to be my help,
my succor and relief.
For many bulls do compass me,
that be full strong of head;
Yea, bulls so fat, as though they had
in Basan field been fed.
They gape upon me greedily,
as though they would me slay;
Much like a lion roaring out,
and ramping for his prey.
But I drop down like water shed,
my joints in sunder break,
My heart doth in my body melt
like wax, I am so weak.
My strength doth like a potsherd dry,
my tongue it cleaveth fast
Unto my jaws, and I am brought
to dust of death at last.
For many dogs do compass me,
in council they do meet,
Conspiring still against my life,
piercing my hands and feet.
I was tormented so that I
might all my bones have told,
Whilst they do look and stare at me,
when they do me behold.
My garments they divided have
in parts among them all;
And for my coat they did cast lots
to whom it should befall.
Therefore, I pray thee, be not far
from me at my great need,
But rather, since thou art my strength,
to help me, Lord, make speed:
And from the sword save thou my` soul
by thy might and thy pow'r,
And ever keep my darling dear
from dogs that would devour;
And from the lion's mouth that would
me all in sunder tear;
From 'midst the horns of unicorns,
O Lord, thou didst me hear
When shall I to my brethren all
thy Majesty record,
And in thy church shall praise the Name
of thee the living Lord.
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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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1562,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 22:11-22;
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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 | # 22 |
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