40. Lord, a band of foes increasing

Lord, a band of foes increasing
Terror to my heart would bring;
For they tell my soul unceasing,
That no help from God can spring.

Yet Thou art my shield about me,
Till the time of strife is past;
And though cruel foes may flout me,
Thou wilt hear my prayer at last.

On my couch when night was falling,
Lay I down devoid of fear;
And when morning light was calling,
I awoke, for thou wert near.

Tens of thousands round my dwelling
Stand arrayed to do me harm;
But my trust when foes are swelling,
Rests in Thine almighty arm.

Rise, O Lord, for Thou, victorious,
Hast the might of sin o’erthrown,
And amid Thy triumph glorious,
Bless the people Thou dost own.

Text Information
First Line: Lord, a band of foes increasing
Title: Lord, a band of foes increasing
Translator: John Brownlie (1911)
Publication Date: 1911
Meter: 8,7,8,7
Language: English
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