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Psalm
12
[Recommended tunes: Bangor, Dundee, Caroline, Coleshill]
To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David.
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1Help, Lord, because the godly man
doth daily fade away;
And
from among the sons of men
the faithful do decay.
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2Unto his neighbour ev'ry one
doth utter vanity:
They
with a double heart do speak,
and lips of flattery.
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3God shall cut off all flatt'ring lips,
tongues that speak proudly thus,
4We'll with our tongue prevail, our lips
are ours: who's lord o'er us?
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5For poor oppress'd, and for the sighs
of needy, rise will I,
Saith
God, and him in safety set
from such as him defy.
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6The words of God are words most pure;
they be like silver try'd
In
earthen furnace, seven times
that hath been purify'd.
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7Lord, thou shalt them preserve and keep
for ever from this race.
8On each side walk the wicked, when
vile men are high in place.
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