Psalter 272


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1. Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry
Have ready access unto Thee;
When in distress to Thee I fly,
O hide not Thou Thy face from me.

2. Attend, O Lord, to my desire,
O haste to answer when I pray.
For grief consumes my strength like fire,
My days as smoke pass swift away.

3. My heart is withered like the grass,
And I forget my daily bread;
In lonely grief my days I pass
And sad my thoughts upon my bed.

4. My foes reproach me all the day,
My drink is tears, my bread is grief,
For in Thy wrath I pine away,
My days are like a fading leaf.

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