O Lord, how are my foes increased? Against me many rise

Verse 1

O Lord, how are my foes increased? against me many rise. Many say of my soul, For him in God no succor lies. Yet thou my shield and glory art, th' uplifter of mine head. I cried, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made.

Verse 2

I laid me down and slept; I waked, for God sustainèd me. I will not fear though thousands ten set round against me be. Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; for thou my foes hast stroke All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth of wicked men hast broke.

Verse 3

Salvätion doth appertain unto the Lord alone: Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore thy people is upon.