Psalm III

Verse 1

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

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

But thou, O Lord, art my defence; on thee my hopes rely: Thou art my glory, and shall yet, lift up my head on high.

Verse 4

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

Verse 5

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

Verse 6

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

Verse 7

Arise, and save me, O my God, who oft hast own'd my cause, And scatter'd oft these foes to me, and to thy righteous laws.

Verse 8

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