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Lord, plead my cause against my foes,
confound their force and might,
And take my part against all those
that seek with me to fight.
Lay bold upon the spear and shield,
thyself in armor dress;
Stand up with me to fight the field,
and help me from distress
Gird on thy sword, and stop the way,
my enemies withstand;
That thou unto my soul may'st say,
I am thy help at hand
Confound them with rebuke and blame,
that seek my soul to spill;
Let them turn back and flee with shame,
that think to work me ill
Let them disperse and flee abroad,
as wind doth drive the dust;
That so the angel of our God
their might away may thrust
Let all their ways be void of light,
and slipp'ry, like to fall;
And send thy angel with thy might
to persecute them all
For why? Without my fault have they
in secret set their gin,
And digged a pit in my path-way,
to take my soul therein
When they think least, and have no care,
O Lord, destroy them all;
Let them be caught in their own snare,
and in their mischief fall
But let my soul, my heart, and voice,
in God have joy and wealth;
That in the Lord I may rejoice,
and in his saving health
Then all my bones shall speak and say,
(my parts shall all agree)
O thou great God of heav'n and earth,
what man is like to thee!
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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 35:1-10;
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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 | # 35 |
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