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PSALM 3; WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM; AUGUST 9, 1653, by            
First Line: Lord how many are my foes
Last Line: Thy blessing on thy people flows.


Lord how many are my foes,
How many those
That in arms against me rise.
Many are they
That of my life distrustfully thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou Lord art my shield, my glory;
Thee through my story
Th' exalter of my head I count;
Aloud I cried
Unto Jehovah; he full soon replied
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept, I walked again,
For my sustain
Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout
I fear not though encamping round about
They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rise Lord, save me my God for thou
Hast smote ere now
On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorred
Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord;
Thy blessing on thy people flows.





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