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Send aid, and save me from my foes,
O Lord, I pray to thee;
Defend and keep me from all those
that rise and strive with me.
O Lord, preserve me from those men
Whose doings are not good;
And set me sure and safe from them
that thirst still after blood.
For lo, they wait my soul to take,
they rage against me still;
Yea, for no fault that I did make,
I never did them ill.
They run and do themselves prepare,
when I no whit offend;
Arise, and save me from their snare,
and see what they intend.
Arise, O God of Israel,
smite ev'ry heathen land;
And pity none that do rebel,
and in their mischief stand.
At night they run and seek about,
like dogs they howl also,
And all the city quite throughout
from place to place they go.
They speak of me with mouth alway,
but in their lips are swords;
They have contrived my death, and say,
There's no one hears our words.
But, Lord, thou hast their ways espied,
and thou shalt them disgrace;
The heathen folk thou dost deride,
and mock them to their face.
The strength that doth our foes withstand,
O Lord, doth come from thee:
Thou art, O God, my help at hand,
a fort and fence to me.
The Lord to me doth show his grace
in great abundance still,
That I may see my foes in case
such as my heart doth will.
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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 59:1-10;
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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 | # 59 |
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