The tempter to my soul hath said,
There is no help in God for thee;
Lord, lift Thou up Thy servant’s head;
My glory, shield, and solace be.

Thus to the Lord I raised my cry,
He heard me from His holy hill;
At His command the waves rolled by;
He beckoned, and the winds were still.

I laid me down, and slept—I woke;
Thou, Lord, my spirit didst sustain;
Bright from the east the morning broke,
Thy comforts rose on me again.

I will not fear, though armèd throngs
Compass my steps in all their wrath;
Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His presence guards His people’s path.