Thou, gracious God, art my defence

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