O Lord, How Many Are My Foes

 

 

VERSE 1

O Lord, how many are my foes,

In this weak state of flesh and blood!

My peace they daily discompose,

But my defense and hope is God.

 

VERSE 2

Tired with the burdens of the day,

To Thee I raised an evening cry:

Thou heard’st when I began to pray,

And Thine almighty help was nigh.

 

VERSE 3

Supported by Thine heav’nly aid,

I laid me down, and slept secure:

Not death should make my heart afraid,

Though I should wake and rise no more.

 

VERSE 4

But God sustained me all the night:

Salvation doth to God belong;

He raised my head to see the light,

And make His praise my morning song.

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