Psalm 3

Agincourt (Deo Gracias) L.M.  15th century English melody

1 LORD, how my foes are multiplied;
how many now against me rise!
2 Many are those who’ve said to me
that I in vain on God rely.

3 But you are my protector, LORD;
you are a shield around me spread.
My glory comes from you alone,
the one who raises up my head.

4 When to the LORD I lift my voice,
in face of those who hate me still,
The LORD will hear my cry to him
and answer from his holy hill.

5 I settle down and sleep in peace;
I wake in God’s upholding hand.
6 I will not fear ten thousand foes
who circling round against me stand.

7 Arise, O LORD! Save me, my God!
Deliver for your mercy’s sake!
Strike all my en’mies on the jaw;
the wicked’s teeth in pieces break.

8 The LORD alone deliverance sends;
no other source of help have we.
Therefore upon your people all
may your eternal blessing be.   

– v. 1 Book of Psalms for Worship; v. 2 Benner
vv. 3-8 Sing Psalms, alt.