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My soul with long expectance faints to

My soul with long expectance faints
to see thy saving grace;
Yet still on thy unerring word
my confidence I place.

My very eyes consume and fail
with waiting for thy word;
O when wilt thou thy kind relief
and promised aid afford.

My skin like shriveled parchment shows,
that long in smoke is set,
Yet no affliction me can force
thy statutes to forget.

How many days must I endure
of sorrow and distress?
When wilt thou judgment execute
on them who me oppress?

The proud have digged a pit for me,
that have no other foes,
But such as are averse to thee,
and thy just laws oppose.

With sacred truth's eternal laws
all thy commands agree:
Men persecute me without cause;
thou, Lord, my helper be.

With close designs against my life
they had almost prevailed;
But in obedience to thy will
my duty never failed.

Thy wonted kindness, Lord, restore,
my drooping heart to cheer;
That, by thy righteous statutes, I
my life's whole course may steer.

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Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Dates: 1696
      Bible Refs: Ps 119:81-88;
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1821# 119
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