Azmon, C.M. [E]
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1 Defend me, God, and plead my case
Against a godless clan;
Deliver me from fraudulent,
Unjust and wicked man.
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2 O God in Whom I refuge take,
Why have You cast me off?
Why must I grieving walk about
While foes oppress and scoff?
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3 O send Your light forth and Your truth;
O let them lead me well
And bring me to Your holy hill,
The place You choose to dwell.
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4 Then I will to God's altar go,
To God, my boundless joy.
To render thanks to God, my God,
The harp I will employ.
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5 O why, my soul, are you bowed down?
Why so discouraged be?
Hope now in God! I'll praise Him still!
My Help, my God is He!
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