Many there be which say of my soul, Psalm 3:2–3
There is no help for him in God. But Thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
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.