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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.
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.
Then with my voice unto the Lord
I did both call and cry;
And he out of his holy hill
did here me instantly.
I laid me down, and quietly
I slept, and rose again;
For why? I know assuredly,
The Lord did me sustain.
If thousands up against me rise,
I will not be afraid;
For thou art still my Lord and God,
My Savior and my aid.
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.
Salvation only doth belong
to thee, O Lord, above;
Who on thy people dost bestow
thy blessing and thy love.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 3;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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