O Lord, how are my foes in­creased!
Against me many rise;
How ma­ny say, in vain for help
He on his God re­lies.

Thou art my shield and glo­ry, Lord,
My Sav­ior, O Most High,
The Lord from out His ho­ly hill
Gives an­swer when I cry.

I laid me down and slept, I waked,
Because the Lord sus­tains;
Though many thou­sands com­pass me,
Unmoved my soul re­mains.

Arise, O Lord; save me, my God;
For Thou hast owned my cause;
And oft hast beat­en down my foes
Who scorn Thy right­eous laws.

Salvation to the Lord be­longs,
In Him His saints are blest;
O let Thy bless­ing ev­er­more
Upon Thy peo­ple rest.