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Psalm CXLIII.
1
Give ear unto my cries, O Lord,And to my prayer attend:
And in thy mercy and thy truth
A gracious answer send.
2
And into judgment enter not;For were we strictly tri'd:
Nor I nor any man alive
Could then be jnstifi'd.
3
Mine enemies pursue my life,And smite me to the ground:
I am like those that lie in graves,
And dead long since are found.
4
My spirit, Lord, is overwhelm'd,My heart is desolate:
Yet on the wondrous works of old
I muse and meditate.
5
To thee, O Lord in my distressI criy and stretch my hands:
My soul for thee as thirsty is,
As dry and thirsty lands.
6
Hear me with speed; my spirit fails:Hide not thy face, I crave.
Thy frowns, O Lord, will strike me dead,
And send me to my grave.
7
Cause me to hear thy mercy soon,For I on thee rely:
Shew me the way that I should walk,
To thee, O Lord, I cry.
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8
O save me, for I flee to thee;Be thou my hiding place:
With thy good spirit me instruct,
And lead me by thy grace.
9
For thy most holy name, O Lord,Revive and quicken me;
And for thy truth and righteousness,
From trouble set me free.
10
And of thy mercy cut them off,Against me that combine:
Destroy them all that vex my soul,
For I am only thine.
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