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I am hated, Lord, by those
Who Thy holy truth despise;
Save me from my wicked foes,
Lord of hosts, arise, arise!
Thou’rt my rock and my defense;
Thou a tower unto Thy saints;
Thee I make my confidence,
Thee I’ll trust, though nature faints.
Glad Thy mercies will I sing,
All Thy power and love confess;
Thou hast been, O heavenly King,
My safe refuge in distress!
Songs with every morning’s light,
Lord, shall rise up to Thy throne;
All Thy saints shall praise Thy might,
And Thy mercy shall make known.
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1835
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 59:3;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BALTIMORE
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1912
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