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My Lord, my God, in all distress
my hope is whole, in thee;
Then let no shame my soul oppress,
nor once take hold on me.
As thou art just, defend me, Lord,
and rid me out of dread;
Give ear, and to my suit accord,
and send me help at need,
Be thou my rock, to whom I may
for aid all times resort:
Thy promise is to help alway,
thou art my fence and fort.
Save me, my God, from, winked men,
and from their strength and pow'r;
From folk unjust, and also them
that cruelly devour.
Thou art my stay whereon I rest,
thou, Lord of hosts, art he;
E'en from my youth I thought it best
still to depend on thee.
Thou hast me kept e'en from my birth,
and I through thee was born;
Wherefore I will thee praise with mirth
both ev'ning and at morn.
As to a monster seldom seen
much folk about me throng;
But thou art now and still hast been,
my fence and aid most strong.
Wherefore; my mouth for ever shall
be fillèd with thy praise,
Also my tongue shall never fail
To honor thee always.
Refuse me not, O Lord, I pray,
when age my limbs doth take,
And when my strength doth waste away,
do not my soul forsake.
Among themselves my foes inquire
to take me through deceit;
And they against me do conspire
that for my soul lay wait.
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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 71:1-10;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Year
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| 1812 | # 71 |
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