New Britain, C.M. [D]
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1 O LORD, how are my foes increased!
Against me many rise.
2 How many say, "In vain for help
He on his God relies!"
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3 You are my shield and glory, LORD;
You lifted up my head.
4 I cried out,"LORD!" and from His hill
To me His answer sped.
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5 I lay down, slept, and woke again --
The LORD is keeping me.
6 I will not fear ten thousand men
Entrenched surrounding me.
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7 Arise, O LORD! Save me, my God!
You punish all my foes.
You smite the face of wicked men,
Their teeth break with your blows.
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8 Deliverance is from the LORD,
Salvation His alone!
O let Your blessing evermore
Be on Your people shown.
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