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XX. ( 1. 6, 7. 9.)
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THE Lord to thy request attend, And hear thee in distress; The Name of Jacob's God defend, And grant thy arms success.
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Our hopes are fix'd, that now the Lord Our sov'reign will defend; From heaven resistless aid afford, And to his prayer attend.
Some trust in steeds for war design'd, On chariots some rely; Against them all we'll call to mind The of God most high. power
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Still save us, Lord, and still proceed Our rightful cause to bless; Hear, King of heaven, in times of need, The prayers that we address.
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From the Scotch Psalter. 1611.
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XXII.
( 1, 2. 10, 11.)
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MY God, my God, why leav'st Thou me When I with anguish faint? O why so far from me removed, And from my loud complaint?
All day, but all the day unheard, To Thee do I complain; With cries implore relief all night, But cry all night in vain.
Thou, guardian- like, didst shield from My helpless infant days;[ wrongs
And since hast been my God and guide Through life's bewilder'd ways.
Withdraw not then so far from me, When trouble is so nigh;
O send me help! Thy help, on which I only can rely.