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Hymn · Psalm 119

Psalm 119:81-88 (Kaf)

AULD LANG SYNE · 8.6.8.6.D · words from the Scottish Psalter, 1650; rev. #doreancon, 2026 · music Scottish traditional

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Psalm 119:81-88 (Kaf) they thou my scarce ex hope word my when thy life wilt leave: cute be. did e shall so man soul y con for They 2. How 1. My 3. ser vant's on that tion va days? earth sumed are thy sal faints; me, thy to me thou fort pur did com them in that but When close keep wilt cleave. suit? me? pre judg eyes for cepts ment fail Thy Just Mine not, men say, yet I ed I for these thy on sook wick word: en, a the and gainst smoke Lord, me which that quick is in serve: laws. set: pre thy is ter proud like me, thy have a Af The For kind pits come, ness, for be tle ing deep I'm bot dug lov with I utes not a for will out not which sued stat from pur thy swerve. cause. get. tes mon faith parched words ti all and black, The Thy I'm mouth, me, I thy help yet y ful with of are: grief; Scottish Psalter, 1650; rev. #doreancon, 2026 AULD LANG SYNE 8.6.8.6.D Scottish traditional

1.My soul for thy salvation faints;
thy word my hope shall be.
Mine eyes fail for thy word: I say,
When wilt thou comfort me?
For like a bottle I'm become,
that in the smoke is set:
I'm black, and parched with grief; yet I
thy statutes not forget.

2.How many are thy servant's days?
when wilt thou execute
Just judgment on these wicked men
that keep me in pursuit?
The proud have dug deep pits for me,
which is against thy laws.
Thy words all faithful are: help me,
pursued without a cause.

3.They so consumed me, that on earth
my life they scarce did leave:
Thy precepts yet forsook I not,
but close to them did cleave.
After thy loving-kindness, Lord,
me quicken, and preserve:
The testimony of thy mouth,
from which I will not swerve.

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