Tune: Webb
('Stand up, stand up for Jesus')
Psalm 3
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Lord, how are they increased, see
Many that trouble me!
Many rise up against me
Will I from them be free?
They say of my soul, Ther is
No help for him in God, this
Be their words, but O Lord, you
Come and be my help true
O Lord, you are a shield for
Me, and my glory sure
The lifter up of my head
I not downcast nor dread
I cried to the Lord with my
Voice, unto Him drew nigh
He heard me from His holy
Hill, His Temple, so be
I laid me down to sleep sound
And when awaked I found
The Lord He has me sustained
His help faithful and unfeigned
I will not ten thousands fear
For His presence is near
Though they around me do set
I trust in the Lord yet
Arise, O Lord, and save me
God, my protector be
You shall smite my enemies
And give me victories
Salvation belongs unto
The Lord, He does renew
His blessing on His people
All ages, one and all
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: June 8th, 2026 12:21
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 7.6.7.6. 7.6.7.6.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
A good hymn Orchi it seems that all people look to their god to protect them from enemies. Here it is reflected again well done my friend
Thank you SB.
Most welcome Orchi
Orchi, this is one heck of a hymn adaptation. The assurance woven throughout gives it real strength, and the journey from distress to confidence unfolds naturally. Also, I suspect the glugs have formed a protective choir around the holy hill by now...whether anyone asked them to or not. Wonderful write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you T. There's one beyond help, yes? no? We knows him! lol.
Yes...no...exactly. LOL!
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