O Lord, How Are My Foes Increased

O Lord, how are my foes increased!
Against me many rise;
How many say, in vain for help
He on his God relies.

Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord,
My Savior, O Most High,
The Lord from out His holy hill
Gives answer when I cry.

I laid me down and slept, I waked,
Because the Lord sustains;
Though many thousands compass me,
Unmoved my soul remains.

Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;
For Thou hast owned my cause;
And oft hast beaten down my foes
Who scorn Thy righteous laws.

Salvation to the Lord belongs,
In Him His saints are blest;
O let Thy blessing evermore
Upon Thy people rest.

Author: Nahum Tate and Nicholas Brady

Year: 1696

This is a metrical rendering of Psalm 3 from the New Version of the Psalms of David (Tate & Brady, 1696). The text matches their translation closely; no other common attributions exist for this specific versification.