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The Third Psalm.
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C. M.

Oh Lord, how have my foes increased?
What can the reason be,
Oh why should they against me rise
Or seek to trouble me?
They, say “for him there is no help
In God,” the all in all,
With longing eyes they look to see
Both king and kingdom fall.
But they shall in their wishes fail,
This thing they shall not see,
For Thou the glory of my life,
My strength and shield shalt be.

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And Thou, Oh Lord, wilt e'er attend,
And listen to my cry,
Thou wilt not slight a humble prayer,
When it ascends the sky.
But when I on my bed repose,
Thy gracious hand sustains,
And when I wake to see the light
Thy love with me remains.
Nor will I Lord, the people fear,
Ten thousand though they be,
Who disregard Thy holy One,
Or thus encompass me.
Arise, O Lord, my soul to save,
My foes by Thee are slain,
Their teeth and cheek bones broken are
For all their works are vain.
Salvation, Lord, belongs to thee,
The earth and sea are thine,
Nor blessed can the people be,
But through the kingly line.
April 27, 1877.