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PSALM 43. JUDICA ME DEUS, by            
First Line: Judge of all, judge me
Last Line: Sure aid, present comfort.

Judge of all, judge me
And protector be
Of my cause oppressed
By most cruel sprites;
Save me from bad wights
In false colors dressed.

For, my God, Thy sight
Giveth me my might,
Why then hast Thou left me?
Why walk I in woes
While prevailing foes
Have of joys bereft me?

Send Thy truth and light,
Let them guide me right
From the paths of folly,
Bringing me to Thy
Tabernacle high
In Thy hill most holy.

To God's altars though
Will I boldly go
Shaking off all sadness;
To that God that is
God of all my bliss,
God of all my gladness.

Then, lo, then I will
With sweet music's skill
Grateful meaning show Thee;
Then God, yea my God,
I will sing abroad
What great thanks I owe Thee.

Why art thou, my soul,
Cast down in such dole?
What ails thy discomfort?
Wait on God, for still
Thank my God I will,
Sure aid, present comfort.

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