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O Lord my life, my Saviour God,
Hear, while I spread my woes abroad—
While day and night my mournful cries
Before thy throne incessant rise.


Let thy indulgent, pitying ear
Incline to my distressful prayer;
With pain and grief my heart o'erflows,
And o'er me soon the grave will close.


My strength is lost....my life resigned;
Among the dead my place assigned ;
Cut off from life....from hope I lie;
Scarce are the slain more lost than I.


Low in the grave my hopes are laid,
And darkness spreads its deepest shade;
Thy dreadful wrath afflicts my soul;
Like whelming waves thy terrors roll.


Far from these wretched eyes removed
Are all the friends whom once I loved;
They fly my sorrows, while I moan,
Confined, unpitied, and alone.


In vain to ease my hopeless woe,
The streaming tears incessant flow;
To thee, O Lord, I breathe my cries,
And stretch my hands, and lift my eyes.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
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      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1815# 162
      MUSIC
      Name: BROOKFIELD (GIDEON)
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1855
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