1 O Lord, how are my foes increased!
Against me many rise;
How many say, "In vain for help
He on his God relies."
2 Thou art my shield and glory Lord,
My Saviour, O Most High.
The Lord from out his holy hill
Gives answer when I cry.
3 I laid me down and slept, I waked,
Because the Lord sustains;
Though many thousands compass me,
Unmoved my soul remains.
4 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.
5 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
In him his saints are blest;
O let thy blessing evermore
Upon thy people rest.
|First Line:||O Lord, how are my foes increased!|
|Topic:||Adversaries; Christian Life: Conflict with Sin; God: Defender(3 more...)|
|Source:||The Psalter, 1912|