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My soul doth faint and ceaseth not thy

My soul doth faint and ceaseth not
thy saving health to crave;
And for thy word's sake still I trust
my heart's desire to have.

My eyes do fail with looking for
thy word, and thus I say,
Oh, when wilt thou me comfort, Lord!
why dost thou thus delay?

Like as a bottle in the smoke,
so am I parched and dried:
Yet will I not out of my heart
let thy commandments slide.

How long, O Lord, shall I yet live
before I see the hour,
That on my foes which me torment
thy vengeance thou wilt pour?

Presumptuous men have dig-ed pits,
thinking to make me sure;
Thus quite contrary to thy law
my hurt they do procure.

But thy commandments are all true,
and causeless they me grieve;
To thee therefore I do complain,
that thou may'st me relieve.

Almost they had me clean destroyed,
and brought me quite to ground:
Yet by thy statutes I abode,
and therein succor found.

Restore me, Lord, again to life;
thy mercies do excel;
And so shall I thy statutes keep,
till death my life expel.

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Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Dates: 1560,1812
      Bible Refs: Ps 119:81-88;
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1812# 119
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