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That I abide rebuke and shame
thou know'st, and thou canst tell;
For those that seek and work the same
thou seest them all full well.
When with reproach they break my heart,
some help I fain would see,
But find no friends to ease my smart,
nor one to comfort me:
But in my meat they gave me gall,
(too cruel for to think,)
And gave me in my thirst withal
strong vinegar to drink.
Lord, turn their table to a snare,
to take themselves therein,
And when they think full well to fare,
then trap them in their gin.
And let their eyes be dark and blind,
that they may nothing see;
Bow down their backs, and let them find
themselves in thrall to be.
Pour out thy wrath as hot as fire,
that it on them may fall;
Let thy displeasure in thine ire
take hold upon them all.
As deserts dry their house disgrace,
their seed do thou expel,
That none thereof possess their place,
nor in their tents once dwell.
If thou dost strike a man to tame,
on him they lay full sore;
And if that thou dost wound the same,
they seek to hurt him more.
Then let them heap up mischief still,
since they are all pervert,
That of thy favor and good-will
they never have a part.
And 'rase them clean out of thy book
of life, of hope, and trust,
That for their names they never look
in number of the just.
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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 69:21-30;
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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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