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Lord God of health, the hope and stay
thou art alone to me:
I call and cry throughout the day,
and all the night to thee.
O let my pray'r with speed ascend
unto thy sight on high:
Incline thine ear, O Lord, attend,
and hearken to my cry.
For why? with woe my heart is filled,
and doth in trouble dwell,
My life and breath doth almost yield,
and draweth nigh to hell.
I am esteemed as one of them
that in the pit do fall,
And made as one among those men
that have no strength at all:
As one among the dead, and free
from things that here remain;
It were more ease for me to be
with them the which are slain;
As those that lie in grave, I say,
whom thou hast clean forgot,
They which thy hand hath cut away,
and thou regard'st them not,
Yea, like to one shut up full sure
within the lowest pit,
In darksome place, and all obscure,
and in the depth of it.
Thy anger and thy wrath likewise
full sore on me do lie,
And all thy storms against me rise,
my soul to vex and try.
Thou putt'st my friends far off from me,
and mak'st them hate me sore;
I am shut up in prison fast,
and can come forth no more.
My sight doth fail through grief and woe,
I call to thee, O God,
Throughout the day my hands also
to thee I stretch abroad.
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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 88:1-10;
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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 | # 88 |
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