1 O Lord, how are my foes increased
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 defense,
when I am hard bestead;
My worship and my honor 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 Savior 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.
Source: The whole book of Psalms: collected into English metre #III
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The whole book of Psalms: collected into English metre #III||Psalm III||O Lord how are my foes increased||T.S.||Psalm 3||1812|
|The Whole Booke of Psalmes: collected into English meeter #1c||Domine quid||O Lord how are my foes increast||[O Lord how many are my foes increased]||T. S.||Psalm 3||1640|