The Lord Appears My Helper Now

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.

’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.

Like bees my foes be­set me round

A large and an­gry swarm;

But I shall all their rage con­found

By Thine al­migh­ty arm.

’Tis through the Lord my heart is strong

In Him my lips re­joice;

While His sal­va­tion is my song

How cheer­ful is my voice!

Like ang­ry bees they girt me round;

When God app­ears they fly;

So burn­ing thorns with crack­ling sound

Make a fierce blaze and die.

Joy to the saints and peace be­longs;

The Lord pro­tects their days:

Let Is­ra­el tune im­mor­tal songs

To His al­migh­ty grace.