O Lord, how are my foes increased? Against me many rise

1 O Lord, how are my foes increased!
against me many rise.
2 Many say of my soul, For him
in God no succour lies.
3 Yet thou my shield and glory art,
the uplifter of mine head.
4 I cried, and, from his holy hill
the Lord me answer made.

5 I laid me down and slept, I waked,
for God sustained me.
6 I will not fear though thousands ten
set round against me be.
7 Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;
for thou hast struck my foes
upon the cheek; the wicked's teeth
hast broken by thy blows.

8 Salvation surely doth belong
unto the Lord alone;
thy blessing, Lord, for evermore
thy people is upon.

Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P3

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #5084