- Thou art, O Lord, my strength and stay,
- the succor which I crave:
- Neglect me not least I be like
- to them that go to grave.
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- 2 The voice of thy suppliant hear,
- that unto thee doth cry,
- When I lift up my hands unto
- thy holy Ark most high.
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- 3 Repute me not among the sort,
- of wicked and pervert:
- That speak right fair unto their friends,
- and think full ill in heart.
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- 4 According to their handiwork,
- as they deserve indeed.
- And after their inventions,
- let them receive their meed.
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- 5 For they regard nothing God’s word,
- his law, ne yet his lore:
- Therefore he will them and their seed,
- destroy forevermore.
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- 6 To render thanks unto the Lord,
- how great a cause have I?
- My voice, my prayer, and my complaint,
- that heard so willingly.
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- 7 He is my shield and fortitude,
- my buckler in distress,
- My hope, my health, my heart’s relief,
- my song shall him confess.
- 8 He is our strength and our defense,
- our enemies to resist:
- The health and the salvation,
- of his elect by Christ.
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- 9 Thy people and thy heritage,
- Lord bless, guide, and preserve:
- Increase them Lord and rule their hearts,
- that they may never swerve.
