120 (1) | Psalm 120 Version 1 | CM | |
IN trouble and distress I cry, ‘Deliver me, I pray, From hostile deeds and lying words Of those who shun Thy way.’ |
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2 | What fitting end shall be the due Of hateful, bitter hearts? Of minds and tongues employed with skill In persecuting arts? |
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3 | Thy people here must dwell too long Among such hearts as these Who will not quench the fires of hate Nor bid their malice cease. |
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4 | But, by Thy help, to them I’ll speak Thy reconciling Word; And represent with utmost zeal My dear, forgiving Lord. |
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