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Psalm LXXXVIII. (Book 88)
Martyrs Tune.
〈♫〉〈♫〉LOrd God of my sal-va--tion dear
〈♫〉〈♫〉to thee I us'd to pray:
〈♫〉〈♫〉And bring my sup--pli---ca-tion here
〈♫〉〈♫〉be--fore thee night and day.
[verse 2] Now let my prayer have access,
before thee, O most high:
Incline thine ear with readiness,
and hearken to my cry.
[verse 3] For, Lord, my soul is fill'd with woe,
such sorrow now I have:
My very life is brought so low,
that it doth touch the grave.
[verse 4] And I am counted one of them
that to the pit descend:
And to be one among those men,
whose strength is at an end.
[verse 5] As free among the slain and dead,
lodg'd in oblivion's land;
No more by thee remembered,
but cut off from thy hand.
[verse 6] Thou laist me in the lowest Pit,
in darkness and deep caves,
[verse 7] Thy wrath lies hard upon me yet,
I'm prest with all thy waves.