Psalms in Metre
   1  O Lord, how are my foes increased
         who vex me more and more!
      They break my heart when as they say,
         God can him not restore.
 
   2  But thou, O Lord, art my defense,
         when I am hard bestead;
      My worship and my honor both
         and thou hold'st up my head.
 
   3  Then with my voice unto the Lord
         I did both call and cry;
      And he out of his holy hill
         did here me instantly.
 
   4  I laid me down, and quietly
         I slept, and rose again;
      For why? I know assuredly,
         The Lord did me sustain.
 
   5  If thousands up against me rise,
         I will not be afraid;
      For thou art still my Lord and God,
         My Savior and my aid.
 
   6  Rise up therefore, save me, my God<
         To thee I make my prayer;
      For thou hast broke the cheeks and teeth
         Of all that wicked are.
 
   7  Salvation only doth belong
         to thee, O Lord, above;
      Who on thy people dost bestow
         thy blessing and thy love.