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Psalm
3
[Recommended
tunes: Martyrdom, St Anne, St Thomas]
8,6,8,6
A
Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.
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1O Lord, how are my foes increas'd?
against me many rise.
2Many say of my soul, For him
in God no succour lies.
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3Yet thou my shield and glory art,
th' uplifter of mine head.
4I cry'd, and, from his holy hill,
the Lord me answer made.
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5I laid me down and slept; I wak'd;
for God sustained me.
6I will not fear though thousands ten
set round against me be.
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7Arise, 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.
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8Salvation doth appertain
unto the Lord alone:
Thy
blessing, Lord, for evermore
thy people is upon.
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