Balerma, C.M. [A flat]
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6 On You, O God, my soul has called,
For You will answer me.
O listen to my earnest words!
Incline Your ear to me!
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7 In wondrous ways Your mercy show,
O You preserving those
Who seek to find at Your right hand
A refuge from their foes.
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8 Keep me the pupil of Your eye;
Beneath Your wings me hide
9 From wicked men and deadly foes
Who press on every side.
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10 They are enclosed in their own fat;
Their boasting words abound.
11 They compass us and fix their eyes
To cast us to the ground.
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12 My enemy's a lion strong
That craves to tear his prey.
He's like a lion young that lurks
In ambush every day.
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