The Whole Book of Psalms ‎#III

III. O Lord how are my foes increas'd

1 O Lord, how are my foes increas'd,
who vex me more and more?
They break my heart, when as they say,
God can him not restore.

2 But thou, O Lord, art my defence,
when I am hard bestead,
My worship and my honuor both,
and thou hold'st up my head.

3 Then with my voice unto the Lord
I did both call and cry;
And he out of his holy hill
did here me instantly.

4 I laid me down, and quietly
I slept and rose again,
For why? I know assuredly,
the Lord did me sustain.

5 If thousands up against me rise,
I will not be afraid;
For thou art still my Lord and God,
my Saviuor and my aid.

6 Rise up therefore, save me, my God,
to thee I make my prayer,
For thou hast broke the cheeks and teeth
of all that wicked are.

7 Salvation only doth belong
to thee, O Lord, above,
Who on thy people dost bestow
thy blessing and thy love.

Text Information

• First Line: O Lord how are my foes increas'd
• Author: T. S.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 3

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