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'Twas not a foe who did deride,
for that I could endure;
No hater thus who rose in pride,
else would I hide secure.
But thou it was, my friend and guide;
we did as equals meet;
We walked to God's house side by side,
and counsel blended sweet.
His speech more smooth than butter was,
yet in his heart was war;
More soft than oil his words appear,
yet sharp as drawn swords were they.
But Lord Thou will in judgment sit
and bring them down to woe;
And in the deep and darksome pit,
in ruin lay them low.
Death shall them seize, and to the tomb,
a live they shall go down;
For wickedness is in their home;
among them abound their sins.
But as for me, I'll call on God;
the Lord will safety give;
He'll hear me when I cry aloud,
at morning, noon and night.
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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1887
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Ps 55;
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BUT AS FOR ME
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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