The Tempter to My Soul Hath Said

The tempt­er to my soul hath said

There is no help in God for thee;

Lord

lift Thou up Thy serv­ant’s head;

My glo­ry

shield

and so­lace be.

Thus to the Lord I raised my cry

He heard me from His ho­ly hill;

At His com­mand the waves rolled by;

He beck­oned

and the winds were still.

I laid me down

and slept—I woke;

Thou

Lord

my spir­it didst sus­tain;

Bright from the east the morn­ing broke

Thy com­forts rose on me again.

I will not fear

though arm­èd throngs

Compass my steps in all their wrath;

Salvation to the Lord be­longs;

His pre­sence guards His peo­ple’s path.