Lord, How My Numerous Foes Increase

Lord

how my nu­mer­ous foes in­crease

Excite my fears

dis­turb my peace!

The pow­ers of hell against me rise

And God

they cry

His help de­nies.

But Thou

my glo­ry and my shield

My God

Thy pow­er­ful aid shalt yield;

On Thee my stead­fast hopes re­pose

To lift my head o’er all my foes.

To God I cried―my ev­en­ing pray­er

Humbly im­plored Je­ho­vah’s care;

He vowed my wishes to ful­fill

And heard me from His ho­ly hill.

Then

with His guard­ian mer­cy blest

I laid my wea­ry frame to rest;

Sweet slum­bers closed my peace­ful eyes

Nor foes mo­lest

nor fears sur­prise.

Again the shades of dark­ness flee

I wake

sus­tained

my God

by Thee;

Thy guard­ian care re­news my days

And claims my morn­ing song of praise.

Now shall my heart its fears dis­claim

I trust in faith Je­ho­vah’s name;

Though round my soul ten thou­sand rage

The Lord shall in my cause en­gage.

Rise

O my Sav­ior

rise and spread

Thy shield

the shel­ter round my head;

Thy cross the ser­pent’s wrath hath broke

And Sa­tan falls be­neath Thy stroke.

Salvation to the Lord be­longs

His vic­to­ry claims my high­est songs;

His bless­ing all His saints shall share

Then let His saints His praise de­clare.