Psalm 3

Martyrdom

O Lord, how many are my foes!
Against me many rise!
Concerning me the crowds suppose:
‘His God no help supplies.’

But you, Lord, are a shield round me,
One who lifts my head high.
He answers from his holy mound,
The Lord to whom I cry.

I lie down, sleep; I wake again -
Because the Lord supplied.
I will not fear ten thousand men
Drawn up on ev’ry side.

Arise, Lord! My God, rescue me!
Strike my foes on the jaw;
Break the teeth of all who break free
From obeying your law.

The source of all deliverance
It is the Lord alone.
Now may blessings in abundance
Be by your people known.