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Thou, Lord, hast forsaken, to shame brought our boasts;
No more to the field dost Thou go with our hosts;
Thou turnest us back from the foe in dismay,
And spoilers who hate us have made us their prey.
Like sheep to the slaughter Thy people are given,
Dispersed through the nations afar we are driven;
Thou sellest Thy people to strangers for naught,
Their price to Thy treasure no increase has brought.
Thou makest our neighbors reproach us in pride,
And those that are near us to scoff and deride;
A by-word the nations have made of our name,
With scorn and derision they put us to shame.
Yea, all the day long I behold my disgrace;
And covered I am with confusion of face;
The voice of blasphemers and scoffers I hear,
The foe and avenger against me appear.
All this I have suffered, and never forgot
To serve Thee, Jehovah, nor falsely have wrought;
Our heart is not turned, and our steps have not strayed,
Though crushed amid ruins and under death’s shade.
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marker 99
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LYRICS
Meter:
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11 11 11 11
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Dates:
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1912
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 44:9;
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MUSIC
Name:
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GOOD SHEPHERD
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Meter:
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11 11 11 11
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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echo ' | ';
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