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Against a wicked race, O God

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P43a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Against a wicked race, O God, plead thou my cause, judge me; from the unjust and crafty man O do thou set me free. 2 For thou the God art of my strength; why thrust me then away? And for the oppression of the foe why mourn I all the day? 3 O send thy light forth and thy truth; let them be guides to me, and bring me to thine holy hill, even where thy dwellings be. 4 Then will I to God's altar go, to God my chiefest joy yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ. 5 Why art thou then cast down, my soul? What should discourage thee? And why with vexing thoughts art thou disquieted in me? Still trust in God; for him to praise good cause I yet shall have: he of my countenance is the health, my God that doth me save. Scripture: Psalm 43 Languages: English Tune Title: COLESHILL
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Against a wicked race, O God

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P43b (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Against a wicked race, O God, plead thou my cause, judge me; from the unjust and crafty man O do thou set me free. 2 For thou the God art of my strength; why thrust me then away? And for the oppression of the foe why mourn I all the day? 3 O send thy light forth and thy truth; let them be guides to me, and bring me to thine holy hill, even where thy dwellings be. 4 Then will I to God's altar go, to God my chiefest joy: yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ. 5 Why art thou then cast down, my soul? What should discourage thee? And why with vexing thoughts art thou disquieted in me? Still trust in God; for him to praise good cause I yet shall have: he of my countenance is the health, my God that doth me save. Scripture: Psalm 43 Languages: English Tune Title: HUDDERSFIELD

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