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IN DISTRESS I CRIED UNTO THE LORD
Psalm 120, 121
Dwight Armstrong
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In
dis-tress I cried un - to the Lord and
He
did hear my prayer.
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Woe is me that I
so-journ in Me- sech for
so long a time;
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I will lift mine eyes un - to the hills, from whence does my help come?
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Nei-ther sun nor moon shall smite you by the
day
nor by the night;
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Save my soul from ly - ing lips and from de-ceit-ful tongues, 0 Lord;
And, a- las, that in
the tents of
Ke- dar I should dwell there-in;
For my help comes from the Lord who made the heav-en and the earth;
For the Lord will keep you from all e - vil, and shall save your life .
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0 what will you
get from Him; what re-ward, 0 craft - y tongue?
My soul hath long dwelt with them; those who hate the peace I love;
He will nev - er let you slip, He who keeps you nev-er sleeps.
He'll pro - teet your go - ing out; He'll pro- teet your com-ing in;
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Ar-rows sharp shall pour on you with burn-ing coals of ju - ni-per.
But how- ev - er peace-a-bly I speak to them, then they're for war.
He who keep- eth Is - ra- el will nev-er slum-ber, nev - er sleep.
He will guard and keep your life from this time forth and ev -
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