37 (1) | Psalm 37 Version 1 | 7 7. 7 7. 7 7 | |
WHY should I so fretful be, Fearful, envious, bowed by care? Workers of iniquity Soon shall be no longer there. Why, my soul, distrusting be, Seldom resting patiently? |
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2 | Help me, Lord, to feel and know Just how greatly I offend When I envy men below, Making earthly gain my end, Sharing thus the aims of those Who are Thy determined foes. |
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3 | Help me to believe Thy Word, Yielding all my ways to Thee, Trust Thee as a living Lord, Free from base anxiety; May my greatest pleasures be All those things which come from Thee. |
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