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Do not go so far away,
Come quickly to assist me;
Let me not to go astray,
Open my eyes so I see.
Rescue my soul from the sword,
Strength to resist vicious dogs;
Save me from trials, O Lord,
To be slaughtered not like hogs.
Save me from the fierce lion,
And the horns of the oxen;
Let me escape to Zion,
Safe from the deadly toxin.
I will tell as I proclaim,
Unto all of the people;
Worship as to praise Your name,
Bringing back to the temple.
All who fear the Lord will praise,
Pay homage to glorify;
Show humble respect always,
Never trying to defy.
The Lord has never despised,
Or disgusted with the plight;
Only if one has disguised,
A wrong, making it look right.
My praise comes from my worship,
I devote in His presence;
Having a relationship,
For I have His acceptance.
The entire earth will learn,
As nations will remember;
To the Lord they must return,
Before the burning ember.
We all belong to the Lord,
As He rules all the nations;
It cannot not be ignored,
For future generations.
Tell people yet to be born,
Declaring the righteousness;
About where they now sojourn,
Salvation from blessedness.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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