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I Love the Lord, because the voice
of my pray'r heard hath he;
I'll ever call on him, because
he bowed his ear to me.
E'en when the snares of cruel death
about beset me round,
When pains of hell me caught, and when
I woe and sorrow found;
Upon the Name of God the Lord
then did I call and say,
Deliver thou my soul, O Lord,
I do thee humbly pray.
The Lord is very merciful,
and just he is also,
And in our God compassion doth
most plentifully flow.
The Lord in safety doth preserve
all those that simple be;
I was in woeful misery,
and he delivered me.
And now, my soul, since thou art safe
return unto thy rest,
For largely unto thee the Lord
his bounty hath expressed.
Because thou hast delivered
my soul from deadly thrall,
My moistened eyes from mournful tears,
my sliding feet from fall;
Before the Lord I in the land
of life will walk therefore;
I did believe, therefore I spake,
but I was troubled sore.
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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 116:1-8;
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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 | # 116 |
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