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How are my troublers multiplied, O Lord!
Many there be against me that arise;
Many there be that to my soul do say,
For him in God no help nor succour lies.
But thou a shield for me, Jehovah, art;
My glory; he who lifteth up my head:
Unto Jehovah with my voice I cried,
And from his holy hill he answer made.
I laid me down; I slept, and I awoke;
For me Jehovah doth sustain for aye;
I will not fear the people's thousands ten
Which have me girt around in fierce array.
Rise, Lord, me save! ‘tis thou that smitest my foes;
The teeth thou breakest of the wicked all;
Salvation be unto the Lord alone,
Upon thy people let thy blessing fall.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 3;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1869 | # 306 |
MUSIC
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EVENTIDE
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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Dates:
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1861
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Song #
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Key
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| # 561 | No key | | # 18 | No key | | # 2 | Eb | | # 419 | Eb | | # 2 | Eb | | # 686 | Eb | | # 295 | Eb | | # 560 | Eb | | # 279 | Eb | | # 297 | Eb | | # 948 | Eb | | # 27 | Eb | | # 100 | Bb | | # 852 | No key | | # 828 | Eb | | # 15 | Bb |
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