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Psalter 165

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Verse 1
Hear, Lord, the voice of my complaint,
Preserve my life from fear,
Hide me from plotting enemies
And evil crowding near.
The workers of iniquity
Their deadly shafts prepare;
They aim at me their treach'rous words;
O save me from their snare.

Verse 2
The wicked in their base designs
Frow arrogant and bold;
Conspiring secretly they think
That God will not behold;
They search out more iniquity,
Their tho'ts and plans are deep,
But God will smite, for He is near
His saints to guard and keep.

Verse 3
The wicked, by their sins o'er come,
Shall soon be bro't to shame;
The hand of God shall yet appear,
And all shall fear His Name.
The just shall triumph in the Lord,
Their trust shall be secure,
And endless glory then shall crown
The upright and the pure.

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