Psalm III

Lord! how my foes in number doe encrease,
That rise against mee, to disturbe my peace!
MANY there are which to my soule haue said,
His God to him not safety yeilds nor aid;
But God is my defence, my SUCCOUR nigh,
My glory, and my head Hee lifteth High:
To Him with earnest praier appealèd I,
And from His Holy Hill Hee heard my crie:
I layed mee downe and slept, and rose againe,
For mee the Lord doth euermore sustaine:
Though Thousand of my foes besett mee round,
Noe feare of them my courage shall confound:
Rise Lord! and saue mee; Thou hast giuen a stroke
On my foes cheeke, that all his teeth are broke:
SALUATION cometh from this Lord of ours,
Who blessings on His people daily powers.