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Though I, O Lord, with pain and grief
have been full sore oppressed,
Thy help shall give me such relief
that all shall be redressed;
That I may give thy Name the praise
that doth to thee belong,
I will extol the same always
with a thanksgiving song;
Which is more pleasant unto thee,
(such mind thy grace hath borne,)
Than either ox or calf can be,
that hath both hoof and horn.
When simple folk do this behold,
it shall rejoice them sure;
And ye that seek the Lord, your life
for ever shall endure.
For why? the Lord of hosts doth hear
the poor when they complain;
His pris'ners are to him full dear,
lie doth them not disdain.
Wherefore the sky and earth below,
the sea with flood and stream,
His praises shall declare and show,
with all that live in them.
For sure our God will Zion save,
and Judah's cities build;
Much folk possession there shall have,
her streets shall all be filled.
His servants' seed shall keep the same
all ages out of mind,
And there all they that love his Name
a dwelling place shall find.
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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 69:31-38;
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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 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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PETERBOROUGH
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1786,1791
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 465 | G | | # 183 | G | | # 381 | G |
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