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CXVIIIa. Deliverance from a Tumult

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 chearful is my voice!

5 Like angry bees they girt 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.

Text Information
First Line: The Lord appears my helper now
Title: Deliverance from a Tumult
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1780
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