1 O Lord, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood!
My peace they daily discompose;
But my defence and hope is God.
2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry:
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine Almighty help was nigh.
3 Supported by thine heav'nly aid,
I laid me down and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Tho' I should wake and rise no more.
4 But God sustain'd me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong:
He rais'd my head to see the light,
And makes his praise my morning song.
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First Line: | O Lord, how many are my foes |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | ; |