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.