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Thou madest my teeming mother's womb

Thou mad'st my teeming mother's womb
a living offspring bear;
When but a suckling at the breast
I was thy early care.

Thou, guardian-like, didst shield from wrongs
my helpless infant days;
And since hast been my God and guide
through life's bewildered ways.

Withdraw not then so far from me,
when trouble is so nigh;
O send me help! thy help, on which
I only can rely.

High pampered bulls, a frowning herd,
from Basan's forest met,
With strength proportioned to their rage,
have me around beset.

They gape on me, and ev'ry mouth
a yawning grave appears;
The desert lion's savage roar
less dreadful is than theirs.

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Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Dates: 1821
      Bible Refs: Ps 22:9-13;
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1821# 22
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