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Unto My Earnest Prayer Give Ear
Psalm 55
Dwight Armstrong

Unto my earnest prayer give ear, nor hide Thee, O Most High;
Attend my sad complaint, and hear my mourning, bitter cry.
Because of sinful men I weep, and persecuting foes,
Who wickedness upon me heap, and me in wrath oppose.

Sore pained in heart, I find no ease, death's terrors fill my soul;
Great fear and trembling on me seize, and horrors o'er me roll.
Destroyed, Eternal, let them be; divide, confuse their tongue;
For in the city, lo I see great strife and grievous wrong.

Lo, wand'ring far, my rest should be in some lone desert waste;
I from the windy storm would flee and from the tempest haste.
"O had I wings," I sigh and say, "like some swift dove to roam;
Then would I hasten far away, and find a peaceful home."