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Thoughts in Verse

A Volume of Poems

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THIRD PSALM.

Lord, how are they increased,
Who seek to trouble me:
Many are they—they will not cease,
They rise up like the sea.
Many there be that say,
His prayer God will not hear,—
His soul shall perish by the way;
He is engulfed in fear.

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But thou, Lord, art a shield
And buckler unto me;
My glory on the battle-field—
My hope is all in Thee.
Thou liftest up my head,
As with my voice I cry;
Thou dost regard the tears I shed,
Thou hearest every sigh.
Beside thy holy hill,
I laid me down and slept,
Awoke obedient to thy will,
Rejoicing there, I wept.
I will not be afraid
Of many thousand men,
An army vast, for war arrayed—
They compass me in vain.
Arise, O Lord, and save;
In Thee I put my trust!
My enemies, though they be brave,
Smite, Lord, into the dust!
Salvation, full and free,
Belongeth to the Lord,
Thy people rest secure in thee,—
A blessing is thy word.