Psalm 3

Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David

Common Metre Tunes

 1  How num'rous, Lord, of late are grown 
       the troublers of my peace!
    And, as their numbers hourly rise,
       so does their rage increase.

 2  Insulting they my soul upbraid,
       and him whom I adore;
    The God in whom he trusts, say they,
       shall rescue him no more.

 3  But thou, O Lord, art my defense;
       on thee my hopes rely;
    Thou art my glory, and shalt yet
       lift up my head on high.

 4  Since whensoe'er in like distress
       to God I made my pray'r,
    He heard me from his holy hill,
       why should I now despair?

 5  Guarded by him, I laid me down
       my sweet repose to take;
    For I through him securely sleep,
       through him in safety wake.

 6  No force nor fury of my foes
       my courage shall confound,
    Were they as many hosts as men
       that have beset me round.

 7  Arise and save me, O my God,
       who oft hast owned my cause,
    And scattered oft these foes to me,
       and to thy righteous laws.

 8  Salvation to the Lord belongs,
       he only can defend;
    His blessing he extends to all
       that on his pow'r depend.

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