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1Help, O Lord!
The godly are no more.
The faithful are gone from the children of man;
2And everyone tells lies
With flattery each to his neighbor speaks
But double hearts they hide
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3O may the Lord cut off
All lips of flattery,
The tongue that speaks proud things
4Who’ve said “We’ll get ahead
With our tongue; we own our lips
Who is lord over us?”
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5“Because the poor are plundered,
Because the needy groan,
Now I’ll arise,” says the Lord, “and place him
In the safety for which he longs!”
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6The words of the Lord are pure words
Like silver purified
In a furnace on the ground
Refined seven times
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7You, O Lord!
You will keep them safe
You’ll guard us from this generation
Forevermore
8On every side the wicked prowl
As vileness is exalted
Among the sons of men
CREDITS
Producer: John Schindele
Songwriter: Emily Bateman
Guitar, lead vocals: John Schindele
Cello: Jason Young
Percussion: Cory Bingham
Bass: Torin Ruehle
Flute: Danika Starrhart
Piano, background vocals: Emily Bateman
Album art: Gabrielle Haven