1 When threatening enemies assail,
I seek Thy help, O Lord;
And though they say my hope must fail,
I trust Thy faithful word.

2 Oft hast Thou heard my plaintive cry
Out of Thy holy hill;
I cannot doubt but Thou art nigh,
And wilt protect me still.

3 I laid me down and slept; Thy hand
Preserved me through the night;
Thankful I own, ’tis Thy command
Restores the cheerful light.

4 I will not fear ten thousand foes;
They cannot injure me:
Safe in Thy blessing, I repose
My confidence in Thee.