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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · July 23, 1867

FromReview and Herald, Vol. XXX, No. 6

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PARAPHRASE OF PSALM III.

By Editor

LORD, how are they increased who work me ill! How many rise with war my path to fill! Who of my soul in taunting words declare, He goes to God, but finds no helper there.
But, Lord, thou art a shield about me spread, My glory thou, the uplifter of mine head. With suppliant voice unto the Lord I cried, And from his holy hill he soon replied. Safe in his care I laid me down and slept, And waked again, by his sure mercy kept.
Now though my foes, all eager for the fray, Against me their ten thousands shall array, I will not be afraid; for my strong tower, The Lord of hosts, defends me by his power. Save me, O God, great ruler of the skies, Now for my help, O sovereign Lord, arise. Thou on the cheek hast smitten all my foes, And broke their teeth, who ’gainst me wrathful rose. Lo! o’er thy people how thy blessings shine, And they proclaim the great salvation thine.
Ed.