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 'Tis through the Lord my heart is strong,
In him my lips rejoice;
While his salvation is my song,
How cheerful is my voice!
4 Like angry bees they girt me round;
When God appears they fly;
So burning thorns, with crackling sound,
Make a fierce blaze and die.
5 Joy to the saints and peace belongs;
The Lord protects their days:
Let Israel tune immortal songs
To his almighty grace.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The Lord appears my helper now |
Title: | Deliverance from a tumult |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. First part |