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Hymn · Psalm 119

Psalm 119:81-88 (Kaf)

FOREST GREEN · 8.6.8.6.D · words from the Scottish Psalter, 1650; rev. #doreancon, 2026 · music English traditional

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