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1 Whom should I fear, since God to me
is saving Health and Light?
Since strongly He my Life supports,
what can my Soul affright?
2 With fierce Intent my Flesh to tear,
when Foes beset me round,
They stumbled, and their lofty Crests
were made to strike the Ground.
3 Thro' Him, my Heart undaunted dares
with num'rous Hosts to cope;
Thro' Him in doubtful Streights of War
for good Success I hope.
4 Henceforth within his House to dwell
I earnestly desire;
His wondrous Beauty there to view,
and His blest Will inquire.
5 For there may I with Comfort rest,
in Times of deep Distress;
And safe as on a Rock abide
in that secure Recess:
6 Whilst God o'er all my haughty Foes
my lofty Head shall raise;
And I my joyful Off'ring bring,
and sing glad Songs of Praise.
7 Continue, Lord, to hear my Voice,
whene'er to Thee I cry;
In Mercy all my Prayers receive,
nor my Request deny.
8 When us to seek thy glorious Face
Thou kindly dost advise;
"Thy glorious Face I'll always seek,"
my grateful Heart replies.
9 Then hide not Thou thy Face, O Lord,
nor me in Wrath reject:
My God and Saviour, leave not him
thou didst so oft protect.
10 Tho' all my Friends and nearest Kin,
their helpless Charge forsake;
Yet Thou, whose Love excels them all,
wilt Care and Pity take.
11 Instruct me in thy Paths, O Lord;
my Ways directly guide;
Lest envious Men who watch my Steps,
should see me tread aside.
12 Lord, disappoint my cruel Foes;
defeat their ill desire,
Whose lying Lips, and bloody Hands,
against my Peace conspire.
13 I trusted that my future Life
should with thy Love be crown'd,
Or else my fainting Soul had sunk,
with Sorrow compass'd round.
14 God's Time with patient Faith expect,
and He'll inspire thy Breast
With inward Strength: Do thou thy Part,
and leave to Him the rest.