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1 Help me, LORD, for there is no godly one left; * the faithful have vanished from among us. 2 Everyone speaks falsely with his neighbor; * with a smooth tongue they speak from a double heart. 3 Oh, that the LORD would cut off all smooth tongues, * and close the lips that utter proud boasts! 4 Those who say, "With our tongue will we prevail; * our lips are our own; who is lord over us?" 5 "Because the needy are oppressed, and the poor cry out in misery, * I will rise up," says the LORD, "and give them the help they long for." 6 The words of the LORD are pure words, * like silver refined from ore and purified seven times in the fire. 7 O LORD, watch over us * and save us from this generation for ever. 8 The wicked prowl on every side, * and that which is worthless is highly prized by everyone.
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chanted by the Rev. Philip Mayer St. Peter's by the Lake Episcopal Church The Colony, Texas |