Hear me, O God, as I voice my complaint; protect my life from the threat of the enemy.@Psalm 64:1

Henry F. Lyte, Poems Chiefly Religious 1833 & 1845.

Alice Robert Roberts (1863-?) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Henry F. Lyte (1793-1847)

Hear, O Lord, our supplication;
Let our souls on Thee repose!
Be our refuge, our salvation,
’Mid ten thousand threatening foes.

Lord, Thy saints have many troubles,
In their path lies many a snare:
But before Thy breath like bubbles,
Melt they soon in idle air.

Cunning are the foe’s devices,
Bitter are his words of gall;
Sin on every side entices;
Lord, conduct us safe through all.

Be our foes by Thee confounded,
Let the world Thy goodness see,
While, by might and love surrounded,
We rejoice, and trust in Thee.