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0 THOU GOD OF MY
SALVATION
Psalm 88
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0 Thou God of my sal - va -tion, Day and night I cry to Thee;
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Free to sleep in death' s dark cham-ber, Like the slain with-in the grave;
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Mourns my eye, my pow-ers lan-guish, Sore af-flic-tion press-es me;
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Hear my hum-ble sup- pli -ca-tion, Quick-ly bow Thy ear to me.
Whom Thou dost no more re-mem-ber, Whom Thy hand no more shall save.
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cry to Thee Lin an-guish, Dai - ly stretch my hands to Thee.
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Filled with grief my soul is sigh-ing; To the grave my life draws near,
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the pit Thy hand has laid me,
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the dark-ness and in deeps;
But, 0 Lord, at dawn a-wak-ing, Prayer and cries
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Num-bered now a-mong the dy-
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Like one help-less I
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Sore-ly has Thy wrath dis-mayed me; O'er my soul af- flic-tionsweeps.
Why, my God, my soul tor - sak-ing, Hid -est Thou Thy face from me?
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