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“LORD, I CRY UNTO THEE.”
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“LORD, I CRY UNTO THEE.”
Psalm cxli.
Lord! to thy throne I raise my cry:
Let not Thy help delay.
Give me to feel that Thou art nigh,
And hear me when I pray.
Like incense let my prayer arise,
Or smoke of evening sacrifice.
Let not Thy help delay.
Give me to feel that Thou art nigh,
And hear me when I pray.
Like incense let my prayer arise,
Or smoke of evening sacrifice.
Lord! let Thy grace my lips restrain:
That dangerous portal guard:
Nor let my heart e'er entertain
Regret to be debarred
From doing all that sinners dare:
Nor let me in their revels share.
That dangerous portal guard:
Nor let my heart e'er entertain
Regret to be debarred
From doing all that sinners dare:
Nor let me in their revels share.
But let the righteous, if I err,
Rebuke me; they shall find,
To richest perfumes I prefer
A friend severely kind.
So, when adversity is theirs,
I will repay them with my prayers.
Rebuke me; they shall find,
To richest perfumes I prefer
A friend severely kind.
So, when adversity is theirs,
I will repay them with my prayers.
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And when, 'mid rocks and mountains drear,
Their chieftains are o'erthrown,
My song their fainting hearts shall cheer,
And they its music own.
—But now, like wood for fuel hewn,
Our whitening bones around are strewn.
Their chieftains are o'erthrown,
My song their fainting hearts shall cheer,
And they its music own.
—But now, like wood for fuel hewn,
Our whitening bones around are strewn.
Yet, Lord! to Thee I look for aid:
Preserve me from despair.
My cruel foes their toils have laid:
Oh save me from the snare.
Caught in their own nets let them be,
While I pass on, from danger free.
Preserve me from despair.
My cruel foes their toils have laid:
Oh save me from the snare.
Caught in their own nets let them be,
While I pass on, from danger free.
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