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Save me, O God, and that with speed.
because the waters do
So very nigh my soul proceed,
and enter thereinto:
I sink full deep in mire and clay,
where I can feel no ground,
And in deep waters, where I may
most suddenly be drowned.
With crying I am weary, 1o,
my throat is hoarse and dry,
My sight doth fail, looking also
for help to God on high,
My foes that guiltless do oppress
my soul, with hate are led;
In number sure they are no less
than hairs upon my head.
Though for no cause they vex me sore,
they prosper and are glad;
they do compel me to restore
the things I never had.
What I through my simplicity
have done, Lord, thou canst tell;
And all my faults in privacy
to thee are known full well.
O God of hosts, defend and stay
all those that trust in thee;
Let no man doubt or shrink away
for ought that chanceth me.
It is for thee and for thy sake
that I do bear this blame;
In spite to thee they would me make
to hide my face for shame.
My mother's sons, my brethren all,
reject me with disgrace,
And as a stranger they me call,
they will not know my face.
Unto thy house such zeal I bear,
that it doth vex me much,
Their checks and taunts at thee to hear
my very heart doth touch.
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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 69:1-10;
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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 | # 69 |
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