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With groans and sighs my strength is spent,
My heart's oppressed with fears;
From night to morn, my lonely couch
Is watered with my tears.

Mine eye, no longer fired by joy,
With grief consumes away;
My foes oppress, and, bent with cares,
I tread this weary way.

Depart, depart, ye sinful men,
The dawn at length appears;
The night is past—the Lord hath heard
My mournful cries and tears.

Yea, He at length to my complaint
Hath bent a listening ear;
Let all my foes now flee away,
For God hath heard my prayer.

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