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O Lord, upon thee do I call,
then haste thee unto me,
And hearken thou unto my voice
when I do cry to thee:
As incense let my pray'rs still be
directed in thy eyes,
And the uplifting of my hands
an evening sacrifice.
For guiding of my mouth, O Lord,
set thou a watch before;
And also of my moving lips,
O Lord, keep thou the door.
That I should wicked works commit
incline thou not my heart;
With ill men of their delicates,
Lord, let me eat no part.
But let the righteous smite me, Lord,
for that is good for me;
Let him reprove me, and the same
a precious oil shall be.
Such smiting shall not break my head,
the time shall shortly fall,
When I shall in their misery
make prayers for them all.
And when in stony places down
their judges shall be cast,
Then shall they hear my words, because
they have a pleasant taste.
Our bones about the pit's mouth are
all scatterèd, and found,
As when one breaketh and doth hew
the wood upon the ground.
But, O, my Lord and God, my eyes
do look up unto thee;
In thee is all my trust, let not
my soul forsaken be:
Keep and preserve me from the snare
which they for me have laid,
And from the gins** of wicked men,
whereof I am afraid.
The wicked into their own nets
together let them fall,
While I do by thy help escape
the danger of them all.
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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 141;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1812 | # 141 |
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