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O God, that giv'st all health and grace,
on us declare the same:
Weigh not our works, our sins efface,
for honor of thy Name.
Why should the wicked thus alway
to us as people dumb,
In thy reproach rejoice, and say,
Where is their God become?
Requite, O Lord, as thou seest good
before our eyes in sight,
Of all these folk; thy servants' blood,
which they spilt in despite:
Receive into thy sight in haste,
the clamours, grief, and wrong;
Of such as are in prison cast,
and bound in irons strong.
Thy force and strength to celebrate,
Lord, set them out of band,
Who unto death are destinate,
and in their foes' strong hand:
The nations which have been so bold
as to blaspheme thy Name,
Into their laps do thou sev'n-fold
repay again the same.
So we thy flock and pasture sheep
will praise thee evermore,
And teach all ages how to keep
for thee like praise in store.
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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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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 79:9-15;
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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 | # 79 |
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