When He Fled From Absalom.
Lord how many are my
How many
That in arms against me
Many are
That of my life distrustfully thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou Lord art my shield my glory,
Thee through my
Th' exalter of my head I
Aloud I cry'd Unto Jehovah, he full soon
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept,
I wak'd again,
For my
Was the Lord. Of many
The populous routI fear not though incamping round
They pitch against me their Pavillions.
Rise Lord, save me my God for
Hast smote ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men
Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord;
Thy blessing on thy people flows.
Aug. 9. 1653.
