Scripture Verse

Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me. Psalm 3:1


Samuel S. Wesley (1810–1876)

Words: Will­iam Goode (1762–1816).

Music: Dev­on­shire (Wes­ley) Sam­uel S. Wes­ley, in A Se­lect­ion of Psalms and Hymns, by Charles Kem­ble (Lon­don: John F. Shaw, 1864), page 3 (🔊 pdf nwc).

William Goode (1762–1816)


Lord, how my numerous foes increase,
Excite my fears, disturb my peace!
The powers of hell against me rise,
And God, they cry, His help denies.

But Thou, my glo­ry and my shield,
My God, Thy pow­er­ful aid shalt yield;
On Thee my steadfast hopes repose,
To lift my head o’er all my foes.

To God I cried―my evening prayer
Humbly implored Je­ho­vah’s care;
He vowed my wishes to fulfill,
And heard me from His holy hill.

Then, with His guardian mercy blest,
I laid my weary frame to rest;
Sweet slumbers closed my peaceful eyes,
Nor foes molest, nor fears surprise.

Again the shades of darkness flee,
I wake, sustained, my God, by Thee;
Thy guardian care renews my days,
And claims my morning song of praise.

Now shall my heart its fears disclaim,
I trust in faith Je­ho­vah’s name;
Though round my soul ten thousand rage,
The Lord shall in my cause engage.

Rise, O my Sav­ior, rise and spread,
Thy shield, the shelter round my head;
Thy cross the serpent’s wrath hath broke,
And Satan falls beneath Thy stroke.

Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His vic­to­ry claims my highest songs;
His blessing all His saints shall share,
Then let His saints His praise declare.