Lord, how my numerous foes increase,
Excite my fears, disturb my peace!
The powers of hell against me rise,
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.