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Psalm XII.
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Help, Lord, for good and holy MenDecrease and fade away:
The innocent and faithful Man
Grows scarcer every day.
2
The whole discourse, when neighbours meet,Is idle, loose, and vain:
Dissembling now and flattering
Is grown the common strain.
3
But flattering lips God will cut off,And tongues that proudly say,
We will prevail; our lips are ours:
What Lord should we obey?
4
The poor and needy are opprest,But now will I arise,
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that proudly them despise.
5
God's word, like silver seven times try'd,Remains most pure and good:
And he will ever save his flock
From this ungodly brood.
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The wicked then shall wondring gaze,And walk on every side,
To see how good Men are advanc'd,
Whom they so vilify'd.
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