119:73-80b | Psalms of Grace#119:81-88a | 119:81-88b |
1 My soul does for salvation long,
Built on Thy truth its hope is strong;
Yea, mine eye fails for Thy Word,
How long shall comfort be deferr'd.
2 I heed Thy Word and bear Thy yoke,
Though parch'd like wine-skins in the smoke;
When will You, LORD my foes repay,
Nor to fulfil their doom delay?
3 The proud for me their pits have made,
And thus Thy precepts disobey'd;
Help me, pursued by wrongful might;
All Thy commandments, Lord, are right.
4 An end of me they almost made,
But from Thy ways I never stray'd;
With mercy quicken me, O LORD,
So will I hear and keep Thy word.
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First Line: | My soul does for salvation long |
Title: | My Soul Does For Salvation Long |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 LM |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 2022 |
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Source: | English Metrical Psalter, 1875, alt. |