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Editor: Christian Mondrup (submitted 2001-05-02).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 16 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: O Lord, how are my foes increased
Composer: Thomas Ravenscroft

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

Description: #16, Whole Booke of Psalmes

External websites:

Original text and translations

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O Lord how are my foes increast,
which vexe me more and more!
they kill my heart, when as they say,
God can him not restore.

But thou O Lord art my defence,
when I am hard bested,
my worship and mine honour both,
and thou holdst vp my head.

Then with my voice vnto the Lord
I did both call and cry:
And he out of his holy hill
did heare me by and by.

I laid me downe and quietly
I slept and rose againe:
For why? I know assuredly,
the Lord wil me sustaine.

If ten thousand had hem’d me in,
I could not be afraid:
For thou art still my Lord my God,
my Sauiour and my aid.

Rise vp therefore, saue me my God,
for now to thee I call:
For thou hast broke the cheekes & teeth
of these wicked men all.

Saluation only doth belong
to thee O Lord aboue:
Thou dost bestow vpon thy folke
thy blessing and thy loue.