Psalm 3 T.S.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
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.