1 The Lord appears my helper now,
Nor is my faith afraid
What all the sons of earth can do,
Since heav'n affords its aid.
2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee,
And have my God my friend,
Than trust in men of high degree,
And on their truth depend.
3 Like bees my foes beset me round;
A large and angry swarm;
But I shall all their rage confound
By thine almighty arm.
4 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong,
In him my lips rejoice;
While his salvation is my song,
How cheerful is my voice!
5 Like angry bees they gird me round;
When God appears they fly;
So burning thorns, with crackling sound,
Make a fierce blaze and die.
6 Joy to the saints and peace belongs;
The Lord protects their days:
Let Isr'el tune immortal songs
To his almighty grace.
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First Line: | The Lord appears my helper now |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Part 1 |