|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.’
|2||What fitting end shall be the due
Of hateful, bitter hearts?
Of minds and tongues employed with skill
In persecuting arts?
|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.
|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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