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My God, deliver me from those That are my enemy

My God, deliver me from those That are my enemy

Published in 9 hymnals

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1 My God, deliver me from those
that are mine enemies;
and be thou my defence from those
that up against me rise.
2 From workers of iniquity
do thou deliver me;
and give me safety from the men
of blood and cruelty.

3 For, lo, they for my soul lay wait:
the mighty do combine
against me, Lord; not for my fault,
nor any sin of mine.
4 They run, and, without fault in me,
themselves do ready make:
awake to meet me with thy help;
and do thou notice take.

5 Awake, Jehovah, God of hosts,
thou God of Israel,
to visit heathen all: spare none
that wickedly rebel.
6 At eventide they come again;
they make great noise and sound,
like to a dog, and often walk
the city all round.

7 Behold, they belch out with their mouth,
and in their lips are swords:
for thus they say, Who now is he
that heareth these our words?
8 But thou, O Lord, shalt laugh at them,
and all the heathen mock.
9 While he’s in power I’ll wait on thee;
for God is my high rock.

10 He of my mercy that is God
betimes shall me prevent;
upon mine enemies God shall let
me see mine heart’s content.
11 Them slay not, lest my folk forget;
but scatter them abroad
by thy strong power; and bring them down,
O thou our shield and God.

12 For their mouth’s sin, and for the words
that from their lips do fly,
let them be taken in their pride;
because they curse and lie.
13 In wrath consume them, them consume,
that so they may not be:
and that in Jacob God doth rule
to earth’s ends let them see.

14 At eventide they come again,
they make great noise and sound
like to a dog, and often walk
the city all around.
15 They also wander up and down,
that food they may obtain;
and if they are not satisfied,
they all night long remain.
16 But of thy power I’ll sing aloud;
at morn thy mercy praise:
for thou to me my refuge wast,
and tower, in troublous days.
17 O God, thou art my strength, I will
sing praises unto thee;
for God is my defence, a God
of mercy unto me.

Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P59b

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First Line: My God, deliver me from those That are my enemy
Meter: 8.6.8.6
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain

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The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P59a

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The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P59b

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