Bow down, O Lord, thine ear, hear me

Verse 1

Bow down, O Lord, thine ear, hear me; Oppressed, and poor, am I.

Verse 2

Keep thou my righteous soul, which doth On thee, my God, rely.

Verse 3

To thee, I daily make my prayer; Have mercy, Lord, on me,

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Joy, to thy servant's soul, restore; Who lifts his heart to thee.

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For thou, O Lord, art good and kind, Ready to pardon all; Plenteous in mercy unto them, In truth, that on thee call.

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Lord, hear my prayer, and to the voice Of my request attend.

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In straits, I'll call on thee, who wilt A gracious answer send.

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Among the gods there's none like thee; Nor any works like thine.

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The nations all, whom thou hast made Shall in sweet consort join; Themselves shall bow before thy face, And glorify thy name.

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For thou art great; thy wondrous works Thee, God alone, proclaim.

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Teach me thy way, O Lord, and I In truth will persevere; Unite, and fix, my wandering heart, Thy sacred name to fear.

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With all my heart, I'll praise thee, Lord, Thy glories ever tell.

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For thy great mercy has my soul, Freed from the lowest hell.

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O God, the proud against me rise, And powerful troops have fought To take my life; who ne'er employ, On thee, one serious thought.

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But thou, O Lord, a merciful, And gracious God, art found: Thine anger is not soon provoked, Thy grace, and yruth, abound.

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O turn to me thy placid Face, Let pity now be shown; Thy strength, unto thy servant, give, And save thine handmaid's son.

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Such marks of favor to me show As all my foes may see, Oppressed with shame; because Lord, thou Dost help, and comfort me.