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Lord, unto thee I make my moan,
when dangers me oppress;
I call, I sigh, complain, and groan,
trusting to find release
Hearken, O Lord, to my request,
unto my suit incline,
And let thine ears, O Lord, be pressed
to hear this prayer of mine
O Lord our God, if thou survey
our sins, and them peruse,
Who shall escape? Or who dare say,
I can myself excuse
But thou art merciful and free,
and boundless in thy grace,
That we might always careful be
to fear before thy face
In God the Lord I put my trust,
my soul waits on his will;
His promise is for ever just,
and I hope therein still
My soul to God hath great regard,
wishing for him always;
Much more than they that watch and ward
to see the dawning day
O Israel, trust in the Lord,
with him there mercy is,
And he doth plenteously afford
redemption unto his.
E'en he it is that Israel shall,
through his abundant grace,
Redeem from his offences all,
and wholly them deface.
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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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1556,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 130;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Year
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