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Psalm III. Domine quid multiplic
Lord how do they encrease
That hatefull never cease
To breed my grievous trouble
How many Ones there be
That all against poore me
Their numbrous strength redouble.
That hatefull never cease
To breed my grievous trouble
How many Ones there be
That all against poore me
Their numbrous strength redouble.
Even multitudes be they
That to my Soul do say
No help for you remaineth
In God on whom you build
Yet Lord thou art my shield
In thee my glory raigneth.
That to my Soul do say
No help for you remaineth
In God on whom you build
Yet Lord thou art my shield
In thee my glory raigneth.
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The Lord lifts up my head
To him my voice I spread
From Holy hill he heard me
I layd me down & slept
While he me safely kept,
And safe from sleep I reard me.
To him my voice I spread
From Holy hill he heard me
I layd me down & slept
While he me safely kept,
And safe from sleep I reard me.
I will not be afraid
Though legions round be layd,
Which all against me gather:
I say no more but this:
Up Lord now time it is:
Help me my God & Father!
Though legions round be layd,
Which all against me gather:
I say no more but this:
Up Lord now time it is:
Help me my God & Father!
For thou with cruel blowes
On jawbones of my foes,
My causeless wrongs hast wroken:
Thou those mens teeth which byte,
Venom'd with godless spight,
Hast in their malice broken.
On jawbones of my foes,
My causeless wrongs hast wroken:
Thou those mens teeth which byte,
Venom'd with godless spight,
Hast in their malice broken.
Salvation doth belong
Unto the Lord most strong:
He is he that defendeth:
And on those blessed same
Which beare his peoples name,
His blessing he extendeth.
Unto the Lord most strong:
He is he that defendeth:
And on those blessed same
Which beare his peoples name,
His blessing he extendeth.
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