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The wicked in their pride pursue
and make the poor their prey;
Let them be taken in the snare
which they for others lay.
The wicked, thru his pride of face,
on God will never call;
And in the counsels of his heart
the Lord is not at all.
Within his heart he thus hath said,
I never moved shall be;
and no adversity at all shall
ever come to me.
With cursing, fraud, and foul deceit,
His mouth is always filled;
While vanity and mischief lie
beneath his tongue concealed.
Arise, Eternal, O my God,
lift up Thy hand on high;
Put not the poor and humble ones
out of Thy memory.
O judge the fatherless and those
beneath oppression sore;
That man, who is but sprung of earth,
may them oppress no more.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Name:
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ARMSTRONG
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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