PSALM 9:13-14, 18-20

Yah, pity us; behold the grief
Which we from foes sustain;
E'en Thou, who from the gates of death
Wilt raise us up again.

That we, in Sion's daughter's gates,
May all Thy praise advance;
And that we may rejoice always
In Thy deliverance.

For they that needy are, shall not
Forgotten be alway:
The expectation of the poor
Shall not be lost for aye.

Arise, Yah, let not man prevail,
Thy glorious arm unbare;
Teach men to know themselves but flesh,
Their sins to them declare.

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