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In vain, O man of lawless might,
thou boast'st thyself in ill;
Since God, the God in Whom I trust,
vouchsafes his favor still.
Thy wicked tongue doth sland'rous tales
maliciously devise;
And, sharper than a razor set,
it wounds with treach'rous lies.
Thy thoughts are more on ill than good,
on lies than truth employed;
Thy tongue delights in words, by which
the guiltless axe destroyed.
God shall for ever blast thy hopes,
and snatch thee soon away;
Nor in thy dwelling-place permit,
nor in the world to stay.
The just, with pious fear, shall see
the downfall of thy pride;
And at thy sudden ruin laugh,
and thus thy fall deride:
"See there the man that haughty was,
who proudly God defied,
"Who trusted in his wealth, and still
on wicked arts relied."
But I am like those olive plants
that shade God's temple round;
And hope with his indulgent grace
to be for ever crowned.
So shall my soul with praise, O God,
extol thy wondrous love;
And on thy Name with patience wait;
for this thy saints approve.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1696
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 52;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1821 | # 52 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ALBANO
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1868
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 125 | F | | # 614 | F | | # 626 | F | | # 183 | F | | # 315 | F | | # 315 | F |
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