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Then Lord depart not now from me in this

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.

marker 99
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Dates: 1562,1812
      Bible Refs: Ps 22:11-22;
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1812# 22
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