Psalm 3 (New Britain CM)

1 O Lord, how are my foes increas’d?against me many rise.2 Many say of my soul, For himin God no succour lies.3 Yet thou my shield and glory art,th’ uplifter of mine head.4 I cry’d, and, from his holy hill,the Lord me answer made.5 I laid me down and slept; I wak’d;for God sustained me.6 I will not fear though thousands tenset round against me be.7 Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;for thou my foes hast strokeAll on the cheek-bone, and the teethof wicked men hast broke.8 Salvation doth appertainunto the Lord alone:Thy blessing, Lord, for evermorethy people is upon.