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One grief another in doth call,
as clouds burst out their voice;
The floods of evil that do fall,
run over me with noise.
Yet I by day felt his goodness
and help at all assays;
Likewise at night I did not cease
the living God to praise.
I am persuaded thus to say
to him with reverence,
O Lord, thou art my guide and stay,
my 'rock and sure defense.
Why do I then in pensiveness,
hanging the head, thus walk,
While that my enemies oppress
and vex me with their talk!
For why? They pierce my inward parts
with pains to be abhorred,
When they cry out with stubborn hearts,
Where now is God thy Lord
So soon, my soul, why dost thou faint,
with pain and grid oppressed?
Why do sad thoughts without restraint,
thus rage within my breast?
Trust in the Lord thy God always,
and thou the time shalt see,
To give him thanks with laud and praise,
for health restored 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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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 42:9-15;
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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 | # 42 |
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