Minister: Lift up your hearts!
Congregation: We lift them up to the Lord!
Too many, Lord, now trouble me,
Those who rise against me
Multiply.
They whisper threats against my soul;
There is no help for him in God.
I think on my troubles.
But You, O Lord, have shielded me;
You are my glory,
And lift my weary head.
I cried to God with desperate shouts;
He heard me His holy hill,
And I think on that as well.
I go to sleep, and then woke up;
The Lord sustained me through the night.
I do not fear battalions gathered,
The regiments across the way.
I slept straight through their thundering guns.
Arise, O Lord, the time has come for You to wake,
Save me, O God, and strike the foe.
You have struck them in the face,
You broke out their ungodly teeth.
Salvation belongs unto the Lord,
His blessing for His people here.
We think on this with gratitude.
Psalm 3
And so, gracious Father, we worship You now through Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with You and the Holy Spirit, one God, world without end, amen.