Text: | Psalm 3 |
1 O Lord, how are my foes increased?
against me many rise.
2 Many say of my soul, For him
in God no succor lies.
3 Yet thou my shield and glory art,
th' uplifter of mine head.
4 I cried, and, from his holy hill,
the Lord me answer made.
5 I laid me down and slept; I waked,
for God sustainèd me.
6 I will not fear though thousands ten
set round against me be.
7 Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;
for thou my foes hast stroke
All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth
of wicked men hast broke.
8 Salvätion doth appertain
unto the Lord alone:
Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore
thy people is upon.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O Lord, how are my foes increas'd? |
Title: | Psalm 3 |
Meter: | COMMON METER (8.6.8.6) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 2023 |
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