1. In my Distress, to God, I cry'd.
And he redress'd my Wrongs.
2. Save, Lord, my Soul from lying Lips,
And from deceitful Tongues.
3. What shall a false Tongue give to Thee?
What Benefits confer?
4. What? but sharp Arrows of the strong,
And Coals of Juniper.
5. Wo's me! I am a Sojourner,
In Meshech's barren Plain;
And yet, among the lawless Tents
Of Kedar, I remain.
6. Long Time, my Soul has dwelt with them,
That Charms of Peace abhor.
7. I am for Peace; but when, I speak.
They all declare for War.
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First Line: | In my Distress, to God, I cry'd |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1752 |
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