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My soul to God shall give good heed,
and him alone attend;
Because my health and hope to speed
doth whole on him depend.
For he alone is my defense,
my rock, my health, and aid;
He is my stay, and no pretence
shall make me much dismayed.
O wicked folk! how long will ye
use craft ? sure ye must fall;
For as a rotten hedge ye be,
and like a tott'ring wall.
Whom God doth love, ye seek always
to put him to the worse;
Ye love to lie, with mouth ye praise,
and yet your heart doth curse.
Yet still my soul doth whole depend
on God my chief desire;
From all ill feats me to defend,
I none but him require.
He is my rock, my fort, and tow'r,
my health is of his grace;
He doth support me that no pow'r
can move me out of place.
My glory and salvation doth
on him alone depend;
He is my strength, my stay, my wealth,
and still doth me defend.
O put your trust in him alway,
ye folk, with one accord;
Pour out your hearts to him, and say,
Our trust is in the Lord.
The sons of men deceitful are,
on balance but a sleight,
With things most vain do them compare,
for they can hold no weight.
Trust not in wrong and robbery,
let vain delights be gone;
Though riches flow in suddenly,
set not your hearts thereon,
The Lord long since one thing did tell,
which here to mind I call;
He spake it oft, I heard it well,
that he alone doth all:
And that thou, Lord, art good and kind,
thy mercy doth exceed;
So that all sorts with thee shall find
according to their deed.
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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 62;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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