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Lord, in Thy sight, O let my prayer
Like morning incense rise;
My lifted hands accepted be
An evening sacrifice.
From hasty language curb my tongue,
And let a constant guard
Still keep the portal of my lips
With wary silence barred.
From wicked men’s designs and deeds
My heart and hands restrain;
Nor let me share their evil works,
Or their unrighteous gain.
Let upright men reprove my faults,
And I shall think them kind;
Like healing oil upon my head
I their reproof shall find.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 141:2;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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COMPTON
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1851
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