Psalter 414

1. O Lord, how swiftly grows
The number of my foes,
Who wantonly oppress me!
Yea, multiplied are they
That rise to my dismay,
And day by day distress me.
Though heavy my despair,
They scornfully declare,
To my humiliation,
That Thou, O God, no more
Canst help me as before
Or come to my salvation.

2. But Thou, Jehovah, art
A shield about my heart,
My hope and sure reliance.
Thou, in the hour of dread,
Dost lift my wary head,
And biddest them defiance
Whene’er to God I cried,
He hastened to my side
In all my tribulations;
From Zion’s mountain fair
He looked on my despair,
And heard my supplications.

3. I laid me down and slept;
I waked, for I was kept
In His divine protection;
The Lord was at my side,
My succor He supplied,
Whatever my affliction.
Defended by His hand,
I shall undaunted stand,
While thousands surge about me;
Though furious foemen wage
Their war with mighty rage,
I know they shall not rout me.

4. Arise and save me, Lord,
For Thou hast smitten hard
The jaws of them that hate me;
Yea, Thou didst fiercely break
For me Thy servant’s sake
The teeth of the ungodly
I shall not suffer long,
For my salvation strong
Belongeth to Jehovah;
Thou, Lord, wilt freely pour
A blessing from Thy store
Upon us; Hallelujah!

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