Psalm 3
Words: The Psalter of the United Presbyterian Church of North America, 1887 ed.
Note: This page also has a Short Metre version of this psalm,
1 O Lord, how are my foes increased!
Against me many rise;
How many say of me, "For him
In God no safety lies!"
2 Yet thou my shield and glory art
Thou liftest up my head;
I cried, and from his holy hill
The Lord me answer made.
3 I laid me down and slept, I waked
For God protected me.
I will not fear though thousands ten
Arrayed against me be.
4 Arise, O Lord, save me, my God,
Thou smitten hast my foes;
The face and teeth of wicked men
Are broken by thy blows.
5 Salvation to the Lord belongs
In him his saints are blessed;
Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore
Shall on thy people rest.
1 Lord, how my foes increase!
Against me many rise,
How many say of me, "In God
For him no safety lies I"
2 My shield and glory, Lord,
Thou liftest up my head.
I cried, and from his holy hill
The Lord me answer made.
3 I lay and slept, I woke,
Kept by Jehovah's care;
Though myriads compass me around,
Their hosts I will not fear.
4 Rise, Lord, save me, my God;
The cheeks of all my foes
Thou smitten hast: the wicked's teeth
Are broken by thy blows.
5 Salvation to the Lord
Alone doth appertain:
Upon thy people evermore
Thy blessing shall remain.
