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 Psalm 119 part 12 by Isaac Watts 
						Breathing after comfort and deliverance.
 ver. 153
 
 My God, consider my distress,
 Let mercy plead my cause;
 Though I have sinned against thy grace,
 I can't forget thy laws.
 
 ver. 39,116
 
 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach
 Which I so justly fear;
 Uphold my life, uphold my hopes,
 Not let my shame appear.
 
 ver. 122,135
 
 Be thou a surety, Lord, for me,
 Nor let the proud oppress;
 But make thy waiting servant see
 The shining of thy face.
 
 ver. 82
 
 My eyes with expectation fail,
 My heart within me cries,
 "When will the Lord his truth fulfil,
 And make my comforts rise?"
 
 ver. 132
 
 Look down upon my sorrows, Lord,
 And show thy grace the same
 As thou art ever wont t' afford
 To those that love thy name.
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