O Lord, how many are my foes
by Isaac Watts·1719·Meter 8.8.8.8 (LM)
Based on Ps 3:1-5,8
1
O Lord, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood!
My peace they daily discompose,
But my defence and hope is God.
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.
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.
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.