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Author: T. S. Hymnal: The Whole Booke of Psalmes #1c (1640) First Line: O Lord how are my foes increast Lyrics: 1 O Lord how are my foes increast, which vexe me more and more: They kiil 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 mine honour both, and thou holdst up my head. 4 Then with my voice upon te Lord I did both call and cry: And he out of his holy hill did heare me by and by. 5 I laid me down and quietly I slept and rose againe: For why I know assuredly, the Lord will me sustaine. 6 If then thousand had hom'd me in, I could not be afraid: For thou art still my Lord and God, my Saviour and mine aid. Rise up therefore, save me, my god, for now to thee I call: 7 For thou hast broke the cheeks & teeth of these wicked men all. 8 Salvation only doth belong to thee o Lord above: thou dost bestow upon thy folk thy blessing and thy love. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English Tune Title: [O Lord how many are my foes increased]
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O Lord how are my foes increas'd

Author: T. S. Hymnal: The Whole Book of Psalms #III (1790) Lyrics: 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. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

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