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CAPH
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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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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1560,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 119:81-88;
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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 | # 119 |
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