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Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
Mercy Seat 96
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
Firm Foundation (Bellevue) 72
No more demands thy aid.
The Last Words of Copernicus 112
Now to me afford Thine aid.
Prayer of Bartimeus (Charlestown) 52b

4 verses, 4 songs