1 Thou, gracious God, art my defence; On thee my hopes rely: Thou art my glory, and shalt yet Lift up my head on high.
2 Since whensoe'er, in my distress, To god I made my prayer, He heard me from His holy hill, Why should I now despair?
3 Guarded by him I lay me down My sweet repose to take; For I through Him securely sleep, Through Him in safety wake.
4 Salvationto the Lord belongs; He only can defend; His blessing He extends to all That on His power depend.Source: The Book of Worship #186