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Wicked Oppression

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Save, O Lord, the godly one’s gone,
For the faithful fail and vanish;
Among the children of man spawn,
They scattered to when they banish.

For all speak lies to their neighbor,
Flattering lips of vanity;
Double heart they speak to labor,
Speaking words of profanity.

May God cut the flattering tongue,
Through the lips that has made great boast;
Profane words that are being flung,
Blaspheme to the heavenly host.

With our tongue we will prevail,
The lips are with the rest of us;
Our heart can never curtail,
Just who the master is as thus.

Because the poor have been plundered,
The sighing of the needy groan;
A cry for help has been uttered,
As the Lord is hearing the moan.

All the words of the Lord are pure,
Like silver heated to refine;
He will place him as to assure,
And purged by the Holy Divine.

The Lord will keep in guarding them,
This generation forever;
Prowling wicked He will condemn,
Their vileness He will sever.

Copyright © 2026 Richard Newton Sherrer

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